*Oliver*

“Hey, Dad,” Jolee said when I answered her call.

“You’re late. I was expecting you home two days ago,” I told her.

“I know. Mom had something she wanted me to do,” Jolee explained.

“How long are you extending your stay?” I asked. I’d been keeping myself busy with Harper, but I always preferred having my daughter home. We got along well, and it gave her mother fewer excuses to try and get money from me. ...