Axle's POV
The loud buzzing from my desk phone jolted me out of my thoughts again. I snatched up the receiver instantly, heart thudding.
"Sir," my secretary said, "Liam's school called. They said it's urgent."
Panic hit me like a punch to the gut. "Is Liam hurt? What happened?"
There was a pause, then a polite cough. "Sir… It's Saturday. Liam isn't at school. He's at home."
I blinked, breath catching. Right. Saturday. My son was at home with Narda. I'd left them there hours ago, practically fleeing like some coward running from a fire.
"The school just wanted to confirm the pickup arrangements for next week's field trip," my secretary continued, his voice carefully neutral, probably because he could hear the tension in mine.
"Tell them I'll get back to them," I mutte
