You had been sick for the past few days, leaving your husband, Zayden, in charge of Kim, your daughter.

Waking up from a nap, you wrapped a blanket around yourself and walked downstairs, pausing in the doorway towards the living room.

Kim was standing on Zayden, messily putting on makeup, Zayden just sitting there, dressed in a suit (clearly just came back from work) accepting his fate.