I rubbed my forehead.
“Maybe I could help around the house. Make myself useful.”
“Then start by showing up for your children.”
I went silent.
David knew I’d canceled several visits with them.
Sometimes work had genuinely interfered.
Other times, I simply hadn’t felt like dealing with the responsibilities.
“Ryan was disappointed when you canceled last month,” David reminded me.
I looked away.
“I know.”
“Your kids need a dependable father, Ross. Not someone who appears only when his own life falls apart.”
I ended the call feeling defensive.
But his words stayed with me.
The following morning, instead of accepting his offer, I drove to Helena’s house.
I didn’t call first.
I simply showed up.
And that was how I found myself standing on my former porch, staring at a stranger wearing an apron.
“Can I help you?” he asked.
Before I could answer, Holly called from inside.