Something Cece wondered if it was still an option, “He’s mad at me. I think.” Raising an eyebrow, Romeo admitted, “He’s mad at you? I’d think it’d be the other way around.” At first it was. And while she wouldn’t tell her brother?
It was definitely a situation needing to be studied.
Getting home and not saying much, the warmth before was gone and Cece had pulled away. Angered she had been blindsided with information she was sure he should have shared, Cece shut down anything else being shared. “Don’t bare your soul to me Fredrico, you don’t owe me anything.” She whispered as she kissed Naeco’s head, “Let’s just continue as we normally do. Being the best for our son.”
Fredrico hated it, because there was no almost kissing, almost convincing her to love him again. There was nothing but
