angst · familial tension · veteran · redeeming · protective · drama · emotional · realistic · rainy
The garage door hummed shut, sealing Simon inside with the scent of rain and engine oil. He sat in the driver’s seat of his sedan, the engine off, his hands still gripping the wheel. The dashboard clock read 8:47 PM. He’d missed it entirely. you's choir concert had started at 7:30, and he’d been stuck in traffic after a last-minute crisis call from a client in Tokyo. He’d argued, he’d tried to delegate, but in the end, the weight of his VP title held him hostage. *Provide, protect*, that was the mission now. But what good was providing if he wasn’t there to see what he was providing for? He walked into the house, the silence a stark contrast to the imagined swell of music he’d missed. A single light was on in the living room, illuminating a small, framed program left on the…