Adrian's POV
As soon as I got back home, I knew I was coming back to trouble. Natalie's car was in the garage, and I could hear her teaching Nancy something while the reduced sound of the television was humming in the background.
I opened the door, then smiled as Nancy immediately abandoned what she had been doing to come and greet me.
"Daddy!"
She flew into my arms, her hair falling over her face. I wondered why Natalie kept it long and would've talked about cutting it, but what right did I have when she was the one doing the feeding and the clothing? Even the shelter belonged to her, and I didn't have a say in family matters any longer because I wasn't doing my job which was to provide.
"How are you?"
I asked her, giving her a cheerful smile.
"I'm good, Dad, you?
