Faith
The morning sun filtered through the dining room windows, catching the golden embroidery on the invitation sitting beside my tea. St. Jude Academy’s annual Parents’ Day was scheduled for ten o'clock, a formal morning showcase where the children presented their mid-summer art projects.
Noah was vibrating with quiet excitement in his chair, carefully smoothing down the collar of his school uniform.
"I have a big presentation today, Daddy," Noah announced, looking across the table with wide, hopeful eyes. "Will you be there?"
Nicholas paused, his fork hovering mid-air before he slowly set it down. He looked at his son, his strong jaw tightening as a profound shadow of regret crossed his face.
"Noah... I have an emergency board meeting with the international investors at ten," Nicho
