You never plan on being a single dad.
Nobody circles that box on the life questionnaire. It just… happens. One day you’re arguing over brand-name diapers and whether screen time will ruin your kid’s brain, and then the next, you’re standing in the doorway as the woman you thought you’d build a life with zips up a small bag and says she needs “space.”
Emma was three when her mother walked out.


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