Kristen
Mr. Falcon politely stayed long enough to share a piece of Joy’s birthday cake, and then he made an excuse to take his son and leave. Not that I blamed him, the entire day had been an embarrassing disaster. I told him repeatedly how sorry I was that he ended up in the middle of my personal mess.
I was even more sorry for Joy. Her special day had been ruined by the adults. I’d like to place all the blame on her father, but I was probably at fault too. If nothing else, I blamed myself for inviting Kevin in the first place. We would have been better off if we’d just celebrated together with her friends, and left her father and his family out of the equation.
I sat at my drafting table. On the table in front of me was a new design I was working on. For the last two years, I had been
