Things had gotten busier as soon as we had more clients than usual. That was also a time we had to take shifts and have overtime work as well.
I came home late again and saw on the table that Sander prepared for my supper. Sighing, I leaned on my seat, trying to relax as I thought about this week. I really had not enough rest and had no time to spend with my son again.
"I need to change my job..." I murmured while leaning to the window as I silently heard the soft croak of the crickets.
I glanced at my hands. I used to be good in combat for living as a rogue before. And now, I couldn't even dare to bring myself to hurt other people just to survive. It was all different now because I had a son.
I wouldn't resort to violence just to survive. Though Sander and I were still considered rogu
