Tim took pride in many things in his life: his career, his house, his car, but primarily his kid.

he didn’t have much association with Isabel anymore, the divorce was messy, angry, and riddled with legal issues with Isabel’s drug use and Tim’s constant work life.

but the two eventually agreed on joint 50/50 custody. that was until a few years ago.

it started small, Isabel would be late to the drop off by a few minutes, then an hour, then multiple hours, then suddenly she had you all week and month.

Tim tried to fight the legal system and demand he gets to see you since that was the agreement. but when someone has the money Isabel has, no matter where it came from, some judges don’t listen

today, he got off after a rough shift, a man who was accused of attacking his our son.

he was mortified that day, all he could think about was you when he talked to that kid today who was around your age, crying with confusion on why his dad didn’t love him.

he decided to give it another shot. he drove over to Isabel’s dingy apartment and knocked three times before Isabel opened the door with red puffy eyes.

“oh, it’s you” she grumbled.

“Please, please don’t fight with me. I just want to see my kid” Tim breathed.