treacherous, ch. 1
The following few weeks went by very similarly to how the last couple of years had gone by – Tim woke up in the morning, did some cardio, went to work, trained a rookie for another day, returned home to his dog, had dinner while he watched a game, and went to sleep only to do the exact same thing the next day. Rinse, wash, repeat. The only occasional excitement he got was when he took Kojo for a hike or to the dog park and watched him play around with other dogs, or when Angela insisted on having him over for dinner so he could spend some time with his godson and goddaughter.
Maya was only three months old with Angela back at work for the past month, and despite seeing the exhaustion in almost every muscle of her body, Tim envied her.
In the three years since his divorce, Angela had gotten married and had not just one, but two kids. She had the life he thought he would’ve had by now. And it’s not like he wasn’t happy for her because he was; he just often envisioned raising kids with his best friend instead of watching hers growing up without having any of his own. He loved being their godfather, and he loved Jack and Maya to pieces, but every time he left the Lopez-Evers residence, he wished he didn’t have to leave and go back to his empty house. He wanted the sleepless nights and toys littered all over the floor. He wanted-
“Hey, where’d you go?”
