CHAPTER TWENTY
I tucked Francis to sleep, watching as his innocent face deep in the slumber word. He was a good boy and he deserved better parents. Sighing, I lay beside him with the intention of just staying around for a few minutes then walking downstairs to get some watching and cooking done. Tonight, I was not going to work because I just wanted to have time with my own son. Lately, I felt as though I sort of abandoned him. I was not around him as much as I used to. Heck, I don’t even know the last time I was around long enough to play around him. Sleep, however, overtook me and considering Andrew was still at the office, I did not wake up until later.
Yawning, I turned my face only for a small, scream to come off my lips. Where the hell was Francis? Pa
