I can still smell him and feel the warmth of his body against mine. Things get a little awkward after the selfie, but I try to keep smiling and enjoy taking in the sights. Nico said we were going to talk, but I’ve been too scared to bring it up. I have no clue what he’s going to tell me, and I’m afraid of how it might change things. For over a year, I’ve used Nico’s betrayals to put a wall around my heart. I’ve protected myself for so long that I’m afraid learning the truth will open the floodgates and throw me back onto a ride I don’t know if I want to be on anymore. Whatever he tells me won’t change the fact that I want him in our daughter’s life. I notice, as we walk up the street, that his hands are shoved into his pockets. His eyes are downcast, and he looks disappointed. I pull his hand out of his pocket and intertwine our fingers. I give him a reassuring squeeze and a small smile. We walk along the cobblestone street that leads to a beautiful park.
