ROOSEVELT’S POV

"Are you sure Daddy is not mad at me, Mama?" Lorna asked, pulling her blanket up to her chin, her eyes were still wide with fear.

"I am very sure, my sweet bug. Daddy is just having a hard day at work," I whispered as I sat on the edge of her bed and stroked her hair. I tried to keep my voice calm and soothing so she would feel safe.

"But he broke the kitchen table, Mama and it scared me," she whimpered, her lower lip trembling

"It was an accident, baby. Sometimes grown-ups get clumsy when they are stressed and break things by mistake," I said,...