Chapter 83

Charity

"Is Daddy okay?" Harley whispers as we get ready for bed later on that night.

It's been pretty quiet around our house since we got home, and I can understand why Harley's scared to speak any louder than what she is. Drew is… God I don't know what he is right now. It's hard to tell what the hell he's thinking, and that's the scariest part. He seems to be one part shocked, another part pissed.

"Daddy had a rough day," I answer as I brush her hair.

"Grandma said we should be good tonight," Justice speaks just as low as her sister did.

"Grandma was right, but that doesn't mean you have to be completely silent. Just because adults have rough days doesn't mean we're mad or upset with you." I stress this because I don't want them to think the shit we're going through is because of them.

As a kid growing up, I didn't know what was going on with my mom, ever. All I knew was that we kept getting kicked out of places we lived, and I had to keep finding new friends. It wasn't