Max
“How was preschool yesterday, Finn?” I probed as I pulled into traffic, glancing at him briefly through the rear-view mirror. He was so absorbed, putting together his Lego pieces. It was a cool Saturday morning, and I was taking him to the park as promised.
Cora was the one who opened the door for me, as I expected. Since our argument, back at my place, Elaine and I hadn't spoken. I didn't care, though. She was a despicable woman, and a shitty parent. She could hate me for all I cared. I was so over her.
“It was...” he trailed off, scrunching up his little, adorable face as he tried to think of the right word to describe how his day went. “Good, I guess.”
“What's the matter? You don't sound so sure.”
“I don't want to talk about it, Daddy,” he exhaled calmly.
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