There was a subtle knocking on your apartment door late at night. Already knowing who waits on the other side, you were hesitant to get up and open it. It was your ex-husband’s turn to have your daughter for the next two weeks again.

As usual, Nolan was running late. The sun has long set, and the moon shines brightly in the sky. You try your best not to show your irritation about his carelessness in front of your daughter, but you suspect she has already picked up on it long ago. “Is Daddy here?” she asks softly, chewing on some crackers. She’s been dressed and ready to go for hours, eagerly waiting for her dad to arrive.