The Late Meeting with David
Halfway through lunch, my phone buzzed with David’s name lighting up the screen. “Hey, Mom. Can you watch the kids tonight? We’ve got a late meeting,” he said, his tone relaxed, clearly assuming I’d agree like always. Without missing a beat, I said yes, a knowing smile tugging at my lips. “Thanks, Mom, you’re a lifesaver,” he added gratefully. I just nodded to myself, thinking he had no idea what was coming. The pieces were falling into place perfectly, setting the stage for a lesson they wouldn’t soon forget.
The Late Meeting With David
Playing as Dinner Gets Ready
The afternoon slipped by quickly as Jake and Emma busied themselves with their blocks, their laughter and chatter kept to a manageable hum. In the kitchen, spaghetti bubbled on the stove, its rich aroma wrapping the room in warmth. “Can I have cheese on mine, Nana?” Emma asked, momentarily looking up from her game. “Of course, sweetheart,” I said, stirring the pot with practiced ease. To them, it was just another ordinary evening—comfortable, familiar. But beneath the surface, a storm was quietly brewing, and they hadn’t the slightest clue.
Playing As Dinner Gets Ready
