As Scott called two of the day-care centers in town, I attempted to wipe the spilled formula from my formerly once-pristine cotton shirt. Certainly, I had days when things went sideways. I chose functional clothes that could be tossed in the washing machine. It only made sense—I worked with kids on occasion.
Had not seen hurricanes Alicia and Zayden coming.
Neither, apparently, had Scott.
I’d known when Eliza turned up at my office instead of going directly to him that something was off. But she made it seem like she was just going through official channels so no one would question Scott’s custody later. Like, for instance, wondering why a single man suddenly had nine-month-old babies.
Give up, already.
Give up, alreadyYeah, this was a lost cause.
Scott appeared at the bathroom door
