Her mocha skin glowed any time he was around.
“Thanks, Luciano.”
Mom kissed the top of my head. “Bath time.”
I turned to dad. “Are you leaving?”
“No, I’ll be here when you get out the tub. I’ll read you a bed-time story. And I’ll drive you to school in the morning.” He winked.
“Great!” I smiled from ear to ear.
Peeling off my shoes en route to the stairs, I glanced over my shoulder. Dad towered over mom and his eyes locked with hers. Yuk, something was about to happen between them this seven-year-old wouldn’t witness. Whenever dad was here, he smiled more. Why couldn’t he dump Rosetta?