Olivia
Who was moping? Certainly not me. I never mope. So if you saw me curled up in the chair looking devastated, just mind your business.
I just needed a minute to sort myself out.
The most important thing was that Thomas was just fine. Physically, at least. He was still crying when I left him on the playground, still wrapped in Josiah’s strong, comforting arms. I thought I had been doing a good thing by taking time to play with the kid, but now, thanks to Vero, I was second-guessing myself. Maybe I really was doing more harm than good, maybe I was setting the kid up for heartache and disappointment because eventually, I was going to have to leave.
Or was I?
Nothing in life is set in stone. I could very well cancel my trip to Africa, and I would if Josiah made it clear that
