He nodded.
There were no flowers.
No dramatic apology posted online.
No expensive jewelry.
That actually helped.
Because what I needed wasn’t another grand gesture.
I needed a partner.
Over the following week, Harold handled the mornings.
Not perfectly.
Once Nicki went to school wearing two different socks.
Sasha forgot a worksheet.
Harold accidentally bought orange juice with pulp, which apparently constituted a major family emergency.
But he figured it out.
More importantly, he stopped asking me to figure it out for him.
One Friday morning, Sasha found her original school project underneath a stack of papers.
“My poster!”
She unfolded it across the breakfast table.
Harold saw the blue car.
Then Adele.
Then the words:
OUR SCHOOL IS TOO FAR.
He groaned.
“Please tell me that’s not the version you’re turning in.”
Sasha grabbed a marker.
“I have to update it.”
Under DAD, she added:
Takes us to school.
Nicki leaned across the table.
“Give me the marker.”
