I took Tabitha to kindergarten the next day to finish the process of dropping out. We ran into Timothy and Willow at the entrance. They were holding Nathaniel’s hands.
Timothy frowned and asked seriously, “Why didn’t you wait for me?”
I sneered. He probably didn’t remember, but I did ask him to take Tabitha to school while I was sick, and he warned me not to play any tricks that could expose our relationship.
I stopped asking him to take my daughter to school. I never thought he would.
Then, Willow spoke to me like she was Timothy’s wife. “Yeah, Yvonne. Why did you take Tabitha to kindy? Timothy drove Nathaniel here in his car. We could’ve come together.”
She was bragging, but neither Tabitha nor I would feel sad about it anymore. I was just about to leave, but the principal, Ms. Lane, came out and simpered at Timothy. “Oh, Mr. Horuson, you’re taking Nathaniel to school even though you’re so busy. He’s lucky to have a father like you.”
And she turned to Willow. “Ah, this must be your wife. She’s gorgeous. A perfect match for you.” She didn’t notice the looks on our faces.
Timothy looked at Tabitha and me, panic evident in his eyes, but he didn’t correct the principal. Nathaniel happily nodded.
