Chapter 19. Rough Week

Nathaniel

I've had a fucking rough week, seriously. My head feels like it's about to explode. I'm almost damn certain I'm grappling with a migraine. Again.

This marks the second one in just the last couple of days.

"Alright, folks, I'm out. Take care, everyone," I announce to the bustling main office, fishing my keys out of my pocket with a sense of relief.

As I slide into the driver's seat of my car, she starts ringing me up. "Are you finally on your way home, Nathaniel?" She sounds both pissed off and really damn desperate, with some rustling and crying noises in the background.

"Yeah, Hazel, just settled in the car," I responded, starting the engine and letting it hum to life, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over me.

"Please, hurry back. Your son's crying up a storm, waiting for you," she pleads, the urgency in her tone mirroring the escalating cries of our little one.