My housekeeper approached and handed me my coffee. I took a sip and headed to the car.
Throughout the ride to the children’s school, they chattered excitedly about the gifts they planned to give their father on Saturday, while I sat in silence, worried—wondering how he was coping, and how his grandmother was doing.
We pulled up in the children's school, and they filed out of the car, still buzzing with excitement.
I lowered my coffee into the cupholder and followed them.
Inside, the headmistress welcomed me with a warm but curious smile.
“Good morning, Ms. Parker. Is everything all right?”
I offered a polite smile. “Yes, thank you. I apologize for the late arrival. There was a bit of a family situation this morning, but everything’s been sorted. The children are fine and ready to res
