My 5-Year-Old Daughter Called Me at Work and Said, Mom Left with Her Things and Told Me to Wait for You, Daddy, My Heart Sank
Kevin was buried in spreadsheets when his phone buzzed. The fluorescent office lights flickered slightly above him, casting thin shadows across the mountain of papers and glowing screens, when he glanced at the caller ID. It said “Home.” For a split second, he almost ignored it—another report deadline, another fire to put out—but something deep…