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The Empire State Building, awash in white, and beyond it the colossal Freedom Tower, its blue light almost spectral. Surrounding them stood numerous buildings and towers, each dotted with dozens of windows offering small glimpses into the lives beyond. Even now, at four in the morning, there were still scores of lit windows as well as many cars traversing the streets below, their red and yellow lights glimmering in the night.
Steve sometimes didn’t call for a week, but as far as the kids were concerned, he did the best he could. Damn fathers everywhere, with their double standards. If Steve worked late, only showing up for half an hour to half-heartedly ask the kids how their day was, he was an overworked father making time for his son and daughter. But when Abby went to literally save lives and forgot to call, she was the mother who neglected her children.
No matter how much regret you poured into a single moment, it never changed its outcome. Time moved only in one direction.
Abby was thirty-nine years old with two kids of her own. And yet whenever she walked through her parents’ front door, she felt that sweet safety that rose when someone else took control.
