A few moments later, the doorbell rang. I took a deep breath, hoping for the best. I opened the door and there stood Mr. Ruiz, a bouquet of lilies in his hand.“Ms.Winston, you look beautiful,” he said, his smile warm and genuine.“Thank you, Mr. Ruiz,” I said, trying to be polite.“Please, call me Harvey,” he insisted.I forced a smile, feeling the weight of my expectations pressing down on me. “Harvey, this is my son, Connor.”Connor stood behind me, his arms crossed, his face a mask of suspicion. He didn’t offer to shake Mr.Ruiz’s hand.“Hello, Connor,”Harvey said, extending his hand.Connor just stared at him, his gaze unwavering.“He’s just shy,” I said, trying to smooth things over.Mr.Ruiz who I used to called Harvey now was chuckled, “It’s okay, Connor. We all have our moments.”Connor didn’t respond.I took a deep breath, feeling my own frustration mounting. I had been so hopeful, so excited for this meeting. I had thought that maybe, just maybe, Harvey could be the person t
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