A Tale of Old

"Why do you think daddy is mad at me?" I asked him.

"Well, there's a way he looks at us and a way he does you." Carl said. "It feels different. I just assumed he was mad at you mum."

"Daddy isn't mad at me honey. He's just dealing with a lot right now." I said, reaching back to the next seat as I patted him on the head.

He was very smart and I loved all of him. It was sad that me and his father had gone down the rabbit hole that we did. There was no more affection left between us and it was evident. 

He was out of patience with me and frankly, I was with him too.

Jay got up from where he was sitting and took another sip of his coffee. He was always careful to not stare in my direction unless he needed to. He had carefully ignored me but what else was new.

I didn't need him for anything. We only talked when we needed to lately. It was like an obligation and that was about all there was to it.