3 years later
Time really does fly by in a blink of an eye. I feel like just yesterday, I was holding Kira and changing her diapers; now she’s three and potty trained. Tessa insisted on letting my mother see Kira one whole weekend a month, much to my protest, but with the threat that she’ll have me emitted into a mental health ward, I backed down. Not because I’m scared of Tessa but because I’m the only parent who cares for Kira. Without me, this little girl will end up with my mother full-time while Tessa continues her shenanigans. I recently found some suspicious items around the house, leading me to suspect my wife of cheating. I plan to confront her about it as well this weekend.
I sit at a new restaurant in town, waiting for my mother to bring Kira to lunch. I’m taking Kira home, bu
