[Leo’s POV]
“If you’ll look at these numbers..."
I listen intently as Jackson goes over the numbers for the month. It was a welcome distraction from the many messages I was receiving the past few days from my little songbird, which I was leaving unread.
As he continues, my phone goes off again, and he grows quiet while pointedly fixing his gaze on my phone.
“What?” I ask, leaning back in my seat. “Are you finished?”
“Aren’t you going to check it?” He asks, giving me a look of curiosity. “I’m sure it is your little songbird.”
“Doesn’t matter,” I huff, waving a dismissive hand.
Since seeing another man walk into her hospital room moments after my leaving and her even welcoming him, I was teaching my little songbird a lesson. If she wanted to depend on another man, then fine, she could
