Friday approached by fast.
Between work, trying to find a suitable school for Zach and dealing with Pauls bullshit, the week just flew by. Grabbing the small bag that contained extra clothes for Zach in case he messed the ones he was wearing, we got into the car. Fridays were reserved for Zach. To do whatever he wanted to. Sometimes it was movies and ice cream at the Grand Mall and other times it was just a day spent at the park.
I buckled Zach up before securing myself and starting the car. The noise of the engine and Zachs game every time he made a puzzle was the only sounds in the now moving vehicle.
I ignored the sweatiness in my palms, the more rapid beating of my heart and the stupid feeling of anxiety within my stomach. I didn't know what Paul wanted me to pick up. What made it
