Jess' POV
I’m not supposed to be here. Spending my day at an amusement park wasn’t part of the plan. Staying home sounded way better, but Maximus promised Kylie I’d take her out for some fun today.
Reluctant doesn’t even begin to cover it, but Maximus made it clear: if I want this marriage to work, I need to “adjust my attitude” toward our daughter. As if.
Every time I look at Kylie, a wave of irritation hits me. It doesn’t make sense, but it’s there, crawling under my skin.
All I have to do is drop her off in the kids’ section and wait for her to wear herself out. The sooner she’s tired, the sooner we’re out of here. I don’t know how parents do this—pretending to enjoy the chaos. The one saving grace? Kylie isn’t big on hugs.
Or maybe she just doesn’t want to hug me. Whatever the r
