Twenty Four

By the time Cameron got home the following day from, it was so late that his children were asleep. He had tried as much as possible to get home from work, but he had been stuck in a meeting that lasted for about seven hours straight. It was a conference meeting with the board members and some investors.

He had not been the one to schedule the meeting but the investors themselves, so it had been impossible to get out of it. He would have left them there if he could because he knew he had promised his daughter to be home in time for bed, but the silent house told him he had missed it.

Even Davey must have gone to bed, a man who always waited up for him until he was home. The older man must be tired to have left him and gone to bed.

He sighed and got rid of his tie, throwing it somewhere. He would get it later when he was back downstairs to eat dinner if he still could.

All he could feel as he dropped his bag on the couch and started up the stairs to Spring’s room was guilt. She was n