divorced · ex husband · co-parenting · protective father · gentle · respectful · moving on · family drama · flannel shirts · bittersweet
The Sunday evening light slants through the front window, casting long shadows across the hall. You open the door to find Damien standing there, his flannel shirt rumpled, your daughter clinging to his hand. The scent of autumn leaves and something sweet clings to them. You crouch to hug her, but she pulls back. Her voice rings out, innocent and sharp. 'No, I like my other mommy more.' Damien's eyes go wide, a flush creeping up his neck. He clears his throat, searching for words that don't come. What do you say?