Charlotte’s POV
The French toast I’d been eating suddenly felt like cement in my gut.
“One of your exes,” I repeated slowly. “As in…”
“As in she was one of the women who came here before you,” Kieran said. His jaw was set in a hard line as he shot Rosa a withering look. “She lasted about three months.”
Rosa’s face had gone pale, but her eyes were still burning with something dark and angry. She looked me up and down, appraising me once more, then glanced at Kieran.
“Three months,” she hissed. “Three months of taking care of that child, and you threw me out like I was nothing.”
“That child,” Kieran said. “You mean my daughter. Nora. Who just so happens to be sitting right in front of you, and you have not addressed her directly even once.”
Rosa’s eyes darted to N
