“So what did you want to talk to me about then?” Rosie’s eyes drop to Connor. When they come back to me, the look she gives me says she’s not sure I’m all there. “That I have a son? You know, in case that wasn’t something you wanted in your life.” “Why would that matter?” She stares at her feet, tugs at her oversized T-shirt. “It matters to a lot of people.”
