Driven Point of View
Driven woke before sunrise on Tuesday, instinctively reaching for the warmth beside him—and finding only cold sheets. He blinked, propping himself against the headboard.
“ Daddy!”
The tiny voice sounded down the hall.
As Driven looked up, Michaela appeared in his doorway, eyes sparkling.
His face softened into a gentle grin.
“Good morning, princess.”
She glowed back at him, already dressed in a soft pink frock, purple coat, and matching boots, her dark hair brushed neatly.
He held out his arms. “ Come here.”
Michaela raced over; he scooped her onto the bed and into his lap.
“ Oh, wow,” he said in mock awe. “ You’re the most beautiful princess in the whole world.”
She giggled. “ Really?”
“ Really.”
She leaned forward and kissed his cheek.
“ Thank
