Episode 8

The whistling of the wind outside was almost deafening as it swept through the empty space, rustling Adam's hair. He unstrapped King's car seat, and then scooped him into his arms. King's head rested on his chest, but his legs flailed wildly.

"I want--I want popsicles, uncle Adam. Get me one, please. Daddy isn't being nice to me today."

"King, I know you want it now, but you need to listen to your Daddy. Your doctor friend wants you to--"

"No! I want it now! Nana will–will--"

Sighing deeply, Adam stroked the little boy's back as he watched his face crumpled like a handkerchief. Facing the sturdy skyscraper, his phone rang. With one hand firmly holding little King, Adam shoved the other into his pocket, rooting his phone out.

From the other end, a grey haired woman in an elegant white gown idly sat in a rocking chair, her legs crossed, facing a huge fireplace with a wide mantle. She watched intently as the fire crackled. The glowing flame illuminates the dimly lit room. Behind her,