Tyler
It’s 9 pm and I’ve just put Kiara to bed. She usually goes to bed at 8 pm, but on Fridays and Saturdays I let her stay up an hour or two extra since there’s no school the next day, and today is Friday.
As I come out of her room, I hear my doorbell and I go downstairs to answer it, wondering who it could be so late.
“Hey, what are you doing here?” I ask, surprised, not expecting to see her.
“Can I come in?”
“I’m sorry; of course,” I say, realizing I didn’t move out of the way. I don’t miss how red and puffy her eyes are, like she’s been crying for hours.
She comes in and I’m about to ask her what’s wrong when she speaks first. “I just couldn’t sleep and decided to come and check on you and Kiara. I miss her and I wanted to tell her that I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to our date t
