I might have feelings for him, but that’s not how easy things should be. At this point, even though I want him, it’s not myself I should be thinking. It’s our son that’s at risk.

His world is not easy. This love will never be easy.

”Ashina, table five.” Marina whispered to me, my co-worker in this restaurant that I’m currently working at.

I eyed her, not sure if she uttered her words right. That’s not the phase that’s assigned for me.

She looked at me with almost begging ...