Dawn's POV — Sunday Afternoon
You know what I find fascinating?
The way some people can disappear from their children's lives for weeks.
Then suddenly reappear like they just stepped out to grab a gallon of milk.
No explanation.
No apology.
Just Hey, how's everybody doing?
Well, isn't that just f*****g wonderful?
It was Sunday afternoon, and for once, my house was relatively peaceful.
Evan was upstairs playing video games.
Ana was in her room, enjoying the slide attached to her new loft bed.
And Pink was sprawled across my living room floor like she paid the mortgage.
I'd just settled onto the couch with my laptop when my phone started ringing.
I glanced at the screen.
Bryce.
Well.
Look what the cat dragged in.
Four weeks.
Four entire weeks since he'd last seen or spoken
