Pursued by My Baby's Billionaire Racer Dad
I sat across from him at the table, watching as he pushed his cone around, clearly distracted.
“Joe,” I said, drawing his attention, “there’s something I need to tell you about your mom.”
Joe looked up, his eyes widening with concern.
“She had an accident at work,” I explained, keeping my tone calm. “She’s in the hospital right now, but she’s going to be okay.”
Joe’s lip trembled, but he stayed composed. “She’s really sick?” he asked, his small voice barely audible over the chatter of the ice cream parlor.