Maddie was sunshine with missing front teeth, loud feet, and a laugh that could crack a bad mood open from across the house.
I wanted to give them stability.
I wanted to be the dad who said yes to field trips, dance shoes, birthday cakes shaped like dragons, and all the little things that make a child feel safe in the world.
So I worked.
And worked.
And worked.
That Monday was supposed to matter.
That was the bitter part.
It wasn’t just any workday.
It was the day.
The presentation with the regional home services account.
Big budget.
Long-term contract.
The kind of account that could put our little agency on firmer ground and maybe, just maybe, put me on the radar for the promotion Nick had been dangling in front of me for months.
I had prepared for that meeting like my future depended on it.
Because in some ways, it did.
