“I know your Mother is coming tonight. They’re almost ready.”
“Dad, why do you always make Quesadillas on the nights Mom comes and gets me?”
“I do? I don’t know, Robert. Coincidence, I guess. Remember, Mom needs to drop you off semi-early tonight. It’s a school night.”
“I know!” Robert left the kitchen.
Dad continued to fry the Quesadillas in the pan. The reason he always made them on the nights Audrey came was simple. They were having that for dinner the night she left him and their baby son.