Last weekend, I took Nolan to my parents’ house so they could spend time with him.
My mother, Grace, had been asking for weeks.
My father, Evans, had already bought enough baby toys to fill an entire room.
Steve was supposed to come with us.
The night before, however, he stood in the kitchen with one hand pressed against his forehead.
« I can’t go, » he said. « I’m too far behind at work. »
« You’ve worked late every night this week. »
« Exactly. That’s why I need the weekend to get my work done. »
I shifted Nolan against my shoulder.
« We haven’t spent a weekend together in months. »
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