Kelvin was up before the sun, his excitement bubbling over as he pulled on his Christmas sweater and rushed into the living room. I was in the kitchen making coffee when I heard his footsteps racing toward me
“Is Dad here yet?” he asked, his face glowing with the kind of joy only a child could possess.
I set down my mug and crouched to meet his hopeful gaze. “Not yet, sweetheart. He might still be at training. Let’s give him some time.”
Kelvin nodded, though the sparkle in his eyes dimmed slightly. He flopped onto the couch and began flipping through the pages of a Christmas book, his little legs swinging restlessly over the edge.
An hour passed, then another, and still, Adrian didn’t show up. Kelvin checked the window every five minutes, peeking through the curtains to see if Adrian’s
