Involved
Dave POV
“I’m trying to be involved,” I said carefully, trying to keep my tone level. “You could have at least told me my children’s birthday was this week.”
The second I said my children, I saw her expression change.
Not loudly.
Not dramatically.
But enough.
“Your children?” she repeated softly.
I looked at her directly.
“Yes. My children.”
“Interesting,” she said. “Because for six years they were apparently only mine.”
That one landed straight in my
The twins had gone complexest.
I hated that immediately.
silent now.
I hated that they were watching adult tension instead of enjoying whatever puzzle chaos they had going on two minutes earlier.
“I know I failed,” I said quietly.
“Do you?”
“Yes.
“Because right now you sound more offended about missing information than missing six entire birthdays.”
That one hurt because it was true.
Painfully true.


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