Cane's POV
I sat behind my desk in my office. I wasn't looking at anything, just staring into space.
My coffee was on the desk. It was cold now. I had not taken a single sip.
My phone kept buzzing. It was work messages. Emails. Problems I needed to solve. I did not care about any of them. I did not even look at the screen.
My mind was stuck on one thing. Just one thing Stephanie, told me this morning.
A teacher. A teacher was being mean to my children. She was bullying them. Only God knows how long for and I had no idea.
I rubbed my face with my hands, hard. I pressed my palms into my eyes. Maybe I could scrub the feeling away. The feeling of being a bad father. How could I be so stupid? How did I not see this?
How did I let my job eat up all my time? My work was so busy that my own son and daughter were getting hurt. And I did not even notice. I was blind.
I got so angry. I slammed my fist down on the wooden desk.
