179. Co-Parenting Without Labels

Nova

I don’t tell him everything at once. Not because I’m hiding, but because some truths need room to land and it's not as if I had planned on how to say it anyway.

We’re walking again, not at the park this time but walking slowly through the city, the way people do when the conversation matters more than the destination. New York hums around us, but for once, it doesn’t feel intrusive. Roman keeps pace beside me, hands in his coat pockets, posture ...