Giving Up The Perfect Family

Summary

I came home for the Memorial Day weekend, but my son was sullen, barely looking at me.

Davis tried to soothe me, his voice low and practiced. "He’s just not used to having you around, Jo. Give him a second to adjust."

A sharp pang of guilt twisted in my gut. Toby was ten now. For every one of those ten birthdays, I’d been stuck in holiday traffic or chained to my desk, chasing the double-pay overtime. This year, I’d pulled a fast one on both of them, taking the time off in secret just to surprise them.