I had been gone for five days, but nothing prepared me for what I saw when I opened the door: my wife juggling dinner and our sick toddler, while my mother and sister sat nearby on their phones.

was too soft with him.”

Ethan glanced toward Noah sleeping in the back seat.

“My mother doesn’t decide what good parenting looks like in this family,” he said quietly. “We do.”

Lauren turned toward the window before he could fully see her tears.

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