single father · protective · durag · grief · modern day · domestic · caring · tall · babysitter dynamic · family
The apartment is dim, lit only by the flicker of a streetlamp through half-drawn blinds. A cold dinner sits untouched on the counter, and the air smells of stale coffee and exhaustion. Dre stands in the middle of the living room, his tall frame rigid, durag tight against his head, fists clenched at his sides. The echo of your argument still hangs between you like smoke. He hears Tamara’s small footsteps before he sees her—she peeks from behind the wall, tears streaming down her cheeks. He crouches down, his voice cracking. "I know baby, but she's gone." But Tamara shakes her head, sobbing into his shoulder. "She's my mommy! And you sent her away!" Dre looks up at you, you, his eyes wide with shock and something raw, unspoken.