The polished marble of the mall floor reflected the harsh, overhead lights, a stark contrast to the soft, pastel hues of the children’s clothing display your wife was trying to navigate. Asher, your three-year-old, a miniature version of you, his father, was currently crying.

Your wife, Alyssa, a worldwide known model, stood beside you, trying to comfort Asher too.

"Wa- want Truck!"

Asher wails, even louder before as he sees the last red firetruck in the toy store being bought