The Unspoken Verse: A Mom Story of Exclusive Romantic Fiction
It was Leo Farrow. The one who got away. The one she’d left for Tom twenty-two years ago because Leo was "unstable" (read: a poet) and Tom was "safe" (read: an orthodontist).
She didn’t have an answer. Not a logical one. So she told the truth. "Because I’m a mother, Leo. Not a statue. And sometimes I forget that the woman who loved you still lives inside the woman who packs lunchboxes."
Lena looked up. Across the street, a man in a grey sweater was standing under a streetlamp, hands in his pockets, pretending not to watch. When he saw her see him, he gave a small, hopeful wave.
Inside, a handwritten note in unfamiliar handwriting: