Pursued by My Baby's Billionaire Racer Dad
Joe heads to grab his water bottle from my bag, but William lingers by my side, a more serious expression on his face.
“Hey, bud,” I say, ruffling his hair. “You did great out there.”
William shrugs, his eyes downcast. “Thanks.”
I crouch down a bit so I’m more on his level. “What’s on your mind?”
He hesitates for a moment, biting his lip. Then, in a soft voice, he says, “I wish my mom was here. I miss her.”
The words hit me harder than I expected. I knew something was off, but hearing him say it so plainly, so vulnerably, makes my heart ache.