Roya
I brush down my top and then run my hand over my hair, plastering on a fake smile as Simone walks through the door holding the hand of a small boy. He's cute, dressed in jeans, and a Batman t-shirt, with tanned skin and dark eyes. Sad eyes.
What has this little boy been through with this woman?
Does he have a family out there somewhere?
Parents who miss him?
“Roya, I'd like you to meet Seb.” She smiles at me and then looks down at Seb. “Seb, this is Roya.”
“It's nice to meet you, Seb.” He doesn't answer me; he's looking anywhere other than at me. Poor kid, he's terrified.
I watch Simone crouch beside him, take his arms, and turn him to face her. “Roya is going to take care of you from now on, Seb. You're going to be so very happy now.”
“Where are you going?” His little voice i
