Dawn's POV
My phone rang.
I glanced at the screen.
Bryce.
Well, there went my peaceful Sunday.
I stared at his name, hoping he was sober if he wanted to speak to the kids.
Riot sat at my kitchen table with Maddox and Ana, who were playing with dinosaurs. Evan and Tanner were upstairs.
I stepped into the hallway.
"Hello?"
"Dawn, how... how are you?"
I closed my eyes.
Twenty years of marriage, and I knew every variation of Bryce's voice.
The angry one. The drunk one. The apologetic one.
And this one.
The one he used when he'd gotten himself into trouble and needed me to fix it.
"I'm fine, Bryce. How are you?"
"Good. Yeah. I'm good."
Sure you are.
"How are the kids?"
"They're doing well."
"Yeah? How's Evan?"
"Good. He had a great weekend."
"That's good."
Another pause.
