I yawned as I walked down the hallway, wearing nothing but plaid pajamas. I made a left into my living room and found my son bothering the cat.

“Leave the poor guy alone, kid…” I muttered, throwing him a stern look.

The 5-year-old obeyed and took his hands off the cat. He immediately stood up and followed me into the kitchen. I poured myself a glass of water as he tugged on my pants.

“Hmm?”

He pointed to my vibrating phone and I sighed. putting the cup down.

I picked it up and my eyes widened when I saw the caller. It was my ex-wife, the mother of my child.