It's his birthday. That's the first thought that comes to my mind when I wake up. Carol is still sleeping peacefully beside me. I check my phone. 7 missed calls, 23 messages.
I shed a tear or two before I compose myself back again. Should I look at the messages? No. I shouldn't. f**k you, Grey. But it's his birthday.
"Morning Daddy..." Carol stretches and yawns waking up beside me.
"Good morning, love." I kiss her.
"Why am I here?"
"Because I wasn't able to fall asleep by myself last night," I tell her, honestly.
She considers me for a minute.
"Daddy, can I wish.. "
"Absolutely, not," I tell her, my mood taking a sudden plunge.
"Why don't you go to Zack's place for a playdate today? You haven't been there since A.. for a long time!"
She doesn't say anything. I pick her up and dre
