A week later.

We stepped out of the children’s clothing shop, where we had gotten a few new clothes and birthday outfits for Zion. Aaron wanted to get more, but I had to inform him we were dealing with Zion, who was still a few weeks away from turning five. Yes, his father was a millionaire with money to toss around as he pleased, but I didn’t want Zion to get used to having too much glamour in life at such a tender age. Besides, my salary, although good enough, could only go so far when compared to Aaron’s.

Today was a less busy day for me. Zion was with...