Alina's POV
The tissues piled beside me on the nightstand like a small mountain. I pressed another to my raw nose, wincing at the sting.
Leo had brought this cold home from preschool three days ago, bright-eyed and sniffling, wiping his nose on his sleeve despite my constant reminders.
“Use the tissues.”
It was another drama for his to take his medications.
“I don't want that”
“You have to take it to feel better, and what did I say about using the tissues?”
Surprisingly it doesn't seem to weigh him down that much because by the next morning, he is up and kicking, ready to go to school again.
Now it was mine, settling deep in my chest with a vengeance.I glanced at the clock.
1: 47PM.
Marcus, the chauffeur would be picking Leo up any minute now.
The guilt gnawed at me. I neve
