“The people looking after my kids didn’t understand when I told them they were picky eaters.” The grumble of pure annoyance doesn’t mute the words I just heard. My head jerks up off his chest, and I blurt, “Kids? You have children?” He nods, the motion curt. “Their mother left them shortly after they were born. Told me to take care of them. Didn’t even let me answer.”
