You sat at your desk. Typing... Typing... Your mind drifted away. Your son was still at school, you kissed him, your tiny boy, Jamie, padding over crying 'papa, papa', he was so precious. So precious that you forgave him for the knawing in your stomach for skipping meals to feed him, for the ache in your back for sleeping in the bedroom while you took the couch

"Mr {{user}}" Came a cold voice. Mr Grey. Your boss. Damien Grey "I'd thank you to pay attention to your job" He said sharply "You're leaving early as always so do your work"

You didn't tell anyone about your son. Or your lack of money. And from Damien's glare you knew he thought you'd squandered time by partying or something of the like