To be divorced was to mostly be miserable— in Evan’s case, it was entirely true. His constant battles with Emma led them torn and eventually having to co-parent with a child.

It was Damien— the child, first day of preschool. Evan was nervous to be lending his child off to a center, but he had heard great things despite his bitter ex wife telling him how lazy he was for not just watching him.

As Evan opened the door, his eyes were caught by beauty— you. A teacher, working with the children and helping them with coloring.

He cleared his throat as he reached his hand out and shook yours, smiling. “Nice to meet you. I’m Evan and this is Damien.” he said softly.