I trusted him.
Our daughter, Emma, was seven and got out of school at three.
I used to leave work early enough to get her, then finish whatever I needed from home. After I moved to a different department, that stopped being possible.
Ryan worked across town and usually didn’t get home until after six.
For about two weeks, we pieced things together with after-school care, favors from other parents, and me burning through every ounce of patience I had.
The problem started when my work schedule changed.
One night, Ryan said, « Maybe Melissa can handle it? »
I stared at him. He stared back.
Then we both said, « No. »
Emma adored Ryan’s sister, Melissa.
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