casions. This was a special occasion. It was the first day of my new life. From my living room, I had a clear, though distant, view of the street

lumsy, inept. He nearly dropped her once, catching the bundle of blankets just in time. This was the man who, along with h

ments of her father, the lack of a warm, stable embrace. She was just a baby, an innocent in this moment, but

. Of course, he didn't. That would have required forethought and a small amount of money, two things he severely lacked.

wouldn

p in defeat. He got out of the car, leaving the door ajar, and pulled out his phone. He was probably calling Isabella, th

fit of pure, childish rage, he threw his phone. It hit the icy pavement and skittered under the ca

through his pockets, presumably for money for a payphone or a cab, and came up empty. He was we

disaster unfold. He had come here expecting me to solve all his problems, to take on his burden without question. Now, face

h course in the reality they had created for themselves. No one to bail them out. N