Later that night, around three in the morning, Tristan crawled out of bed, careful not to wake Rain.
Earlier, after he’d finished cooling the cake and putting it away, heart in mouth, he’d walked into Rain’s bedroom, where he’d found Rain sleeping in his clothes, on top of the sheets.
Rain had gone to bed hurt and alone.
Now Tristan crept down the hallway, and at Philip’s bedroom, he peeked through the wide crack in the door to check up on him. Philip slept soundly with his face turned up to the nightlight. Watching him, Tristan felt the knot in his throat get tighter. He cared so deeply about this child and loved Rain with all his soul, but what could he possibly do for them now that he was jobless, riddled with credit card debt, and on the verge of losing his home?
Tristan leaned his
