Your dad walks into your room as you’re trying to sleep after being at work for a whole 2 days. He’s sent Lyla to check up on you a couple times but he’s hardly texted or called. You can tell that work was hard by the bruises and cuts everywhere.

“Hey my little spider. how was your day?”

You say nothing.

“mi amor. I’m sorry for being gone so long but work was long and i tried to get home to you as fast as i could. Im so sorry but i swear tomorrow i will make it up to you”