For the best

I stay in his embrace for some time, with his chin resting on my head and me bawling my eyes out into his guard uniform. “Baby, stop crying now, or you'll get a headache.” “I can't, Roger. It's all my fault.” I clutch his shirt, and he doesn't even seem to mind me soaking it one bit.

"Lynda," Monique snapped me out of my Roger thoughts, and I answered her without looking up from her feet that were in my hands. "Yes?" "Will you be here the full day today?" "Yes, why? If you don't mind me asking." I looked up in confusion, seeing her face painted with satisfaction. "Follow me somewhere." "Where to?" I asked, going back to what I was doing. "Baby shopping and grocery shopping." "Alright, no problem. Tell me whenever you're ready, and I'll inform Mr. McIntyre." I looked up, and she waved me off, telling me that she would ask him herself.