At six sharp, my youngest climbed into bed with me, dragging her blanket like a cape. She curled against me.
“Mommy,” Rose mumbled. “Is Daddy making pancakes?”
My heart cracked wide open.
“Not today, baby,” I said softly, kissing her curls.
I got up before I could fall apart again. Breakfast, lunchboxes, missing socks, a missing shoe that somehow made two kids grumpy. I was pouring milk when my phone rang.
Mark, Cole’s coworker—the one my kids trusted enough to climb on like a jungle gym.
“Paige,” he cut in, sharp and controlled, panic underneath. “You need to come. Now.”
“Where? What’s going on?”
“I’m at the office. Cole’s in a glass conference room. HR is here. Darren’s here too.”
“What did Cole do?”
“The company card. It got flagged.”
“For what?”
