By June, Kassie had found a rhythm with Daniel’s sporadic visits that felt manageable, even hopeful. Emma was five months old now, sitting up with support and babbling constantly, her personality emerging more clearly each day. Daniel’s interactions with their daughter remained surface-level, but Kassie told herself that would change as Emma became more engaging.
When Kassie mentioned wanting to take an evening photography class—something for herself after months of focusing entirely on motherhood—Daniel had reluctantly agreed to watch Emma for the three-hour session.
“Are you sure you’re comfortable with it?” Kassie had asked, already feeling guilty for requesting help.
“Of course,” Daniel had said, though she noticed he didn’t sound enthusiastic. “It’s just a few hours. How hard can i
