impatience that I wasn’t fulfilling my assigned role in her perfect production.
I texted back, Not feeling well. Going home to rest before tomorrow. Everything will be fine.
As I drove home to the modest three-bedroom house where I’d raised Amber alone after her father decided fatherhood was too constraining for his lifestyle, I found myself thinking about the property across town where Amber and Blake now lived.
The beautiful colonial on Maple Avenue that had belonged to my father, passed to me upon his death three years ago, with
