“Sadie, I don’t know what you want me to say.” James ran a hand over his face, the motion exhausted. He felt like he had been on the phone with his estranged wife for hours. What was supposed to be them working out a schedule for the week had evolved into a tearful (and fueled by wine, James suspected) rant about how James had caused this whole mess. While it was true that their separation hadn’t been helped by the long hours he put into work, James didn’t think it was entirely on him. Sadie hadn’t helped by constantly spending their money or jetting off on the weekends he had free...and didn’t invite him to go along with her. They just weren’t a good match and if it weren’t for their two kids, James knew he would’ve walked away a long time ago.
Speaking of their offspring, Bethany and Julian, both six and eight respectively, were busy coloring at the kitchen counter as their nanny, Brooklyn, prepared dinner behind them and politely tried to ignore the drama happening in front of her. She really deserved a raise, James mused absently as he tried to make sense of what Sadie was slurring on the other end. He ruffled Brooklyn’s hair and peeked down to see that she had colored her unicorn hot pink.
“Love it,” he mouthed to her and pecked her forehead before emitting a sigh. “Sadie, I’m gonna go. Okay? Sober up,” he said more quietly so that the kids couldn’t hear, and then continued speaking, “and call me back when you’re ready to talk.” He pressed end before she could argue some more and emitted a sigh. “Smells great, Brooklyn. What are you cooking?” @redvelvetwrites










