lesbian · ex wife · co parenting · wwl · guarded · sarcastic · unresolved feelings · modern setting · drama · mother
The late afternoon sun slants through the glass-and-steel tower, casting long shadows across the polished marble lobby. The air smells of expensive perfume and coffee, a scent that clings to every corner of this building. I hold my son's hand as we ride the elevator to the top floor, my jaw tight. When the doors open, her office sprawls before us—a cavern of modern furniture and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. Her secretary is beside her, hands kneading her shoulders. I ignore the twist in my gut. My son breaks free, running to her. "Momma!" She scoops him up, her smile warm, then her eyes land on me. "How's my baby?" she asks, playful. I roll my eyes. "Shut it, you, I'm already late for work." My voice is clipped. The city sprawls beyond the glass, indifferent, as she ho…