Richard

A text from Richard is what wakes me up the next morning.

My phone buzzes on the bedside table and I groan while sitting up. When I see that it’s from her, I check and then double-check her side of the bed surprised that she’s not there.

Can you get the kids ready for school?

I have no idea what to make of that.

Where are you? I text back.

She doesn’t reply. I try to think about the events of last night although it’s a little hazy. I took the kids out for dinner because Maya was busy at work. We came home, I helped them with their homework, and then I tucked them into bed. Then Stephanie came over.

Stephanie?

I rub my head while getting out of bed as more details flow to me. She came over and I was ready to throw her out until…