Chapter 19 Viktor Koslov's Wife Rosemarie

Anya De Luna POV

Climbing out of the car, I take Vincent’s hand and walk toward the park where moms come so their kids can play. I make a point of coming here once a week so Vincent can interact with other children. Just because I have social anxiety doesn’t mean he has to suffer.

“Jonas,” Vincent calls out, already tugging at my hand so I’ll free him.

“Fine,” I chuckle. “Go play with your friend.”

I watch as he makes a beeline for Jonas, and they head to the jungle gym.

Finding a seat in the morning sun, I pull a book from my handbag. For a while, I watch Vincent have fun before I open the book to continue reading. I like fantasy and sci-fi books because they’re pure fiction and transport me to a different world. Every now and then, I check on Vincent. The sound of laughter and the conversations from other mothers fill the air.

“Anya?”

My head snaps up, and seeing the customer from the store who I didn’t call, my stomach sinks.

She smiles brightly as she pushes the stroller closer. “