I should have expected that my dad would hear about the flowers. They were sent to me while at work after all. Still, it was a surprise when work was over and he came to my door with his bags. We rarely ever went home at the same time, but I could see a determination in his eyes as he stood in my doorway.

“I’ve been working too hard,” he began and I hummed immediately knowing there was something else coming. He had always worked too hard, it had never been a problem before. “I ...