“Dad?” It wasn’t usual to find him home on a Friday, but I figured I might as well call out just in case a miracle had occurred.

I shrugged off my coat and strode down the hall to my bedroom. Katie lay in her crib, unattended, a bottle to her lips, sucking contentedly. It made me so angry how he just left her here without anyone with her.

At least she has you.

That’s right. At least she has me.

“Cammsie!” Katie let her bottle drop to the bottom of her crib and she held out her arms to me. I smiled and picked her little body up. At two, she was still small. It worried me how skinny she was.

“Hey there, Katester. What have you been doing today?”

“Dwawing! Katie’s been dwawing!”

“Drawing honey? Did daddy give you paper and crayons?”

“Katie found cwans. No papy.”

“Then where’d you draw sweetie?”

She pointed.

I groaned.

“That was very naughty of you, Katie, do you hear? No more drawing on the walls.”

She nodded theatrically. “No more dwawing on waws.”

I sighed. Since when are promises kept?