07/11/2025
t was a Tuesday that began like any other. The kitchen smelled of toast and coffee, and I was already weary, fighting a low fever that had settled in my veins. Tyler shuffled in, a brief smile tugging at his lips as he prepared for a meeting.
“Morning, honey,” I managed, hearing the boys cheerfully reply, “Good morning, Daddy.”
He didn’t look up. He grabbed a piece of toast, slipped out, and the hallway was suddenly quiet.
When he returned, the air was thick with frustrat… See more
