-- Grizelda --

The atmosphere in the park was alive with excited squeals of children's laughter, the rhythmic creak of swings sets and occasional bark of dogs.

I sat on a wooden bench, my hands rested on my lap, sunglasses shielded my eyes.

I could have been any parent watching their child play except for the fact that a few feet away, Leo was clambering over Alexander Kingston like he was a jungle gym.

I'll admit that it felt a bit weird to see him like this. The ever playful, jungle-like, fun lover father. Unlike the days of our marriage, there were no children to watch him play with this...