Two months later.

Hayden had left for the workshop early without telling me, or rather ordering me, not to come see the race. Ethan was still too young, and I understood that, but today was the big final, and it seemed fair that our little one saw his father's victory.

I called Grace and asked her to come for me. Naturally, she agreed immediately. So here I was, at the door, waiting for my crazy friend, with a bag containing my baby's things and a two-month-old baby in her baby carrier.

Grace's car pulled up in front of my house. I hurried over, settled my baby in the back seat,...