"Thank you. For supporting my dream. For understanding."
In my previous life, Corey eventually found out about the investments I'd secretly funneled into his band.
Unlike what I'd expected, he was furious. He trashed the entire apartment.
"What's that supposed to mean, Caroline? You bought me a national championship with your money, is that it? I'm telling you, this is an insult!"
"Take your money and get the hell away from me! My band could've taken first place on our own talent. You were just sticking your nose where it didn't belong!"
We didn't speak for weeks after that. It took Noah playing peacemaker before the cold war finally ended.
Sometimes I genuinely had no idea what that man wanted.
I snapped back to the present and pushed him away gently.
"Alright, if there's nothing else, you should go. I need to stay with Noah."
Our voices must have been too loud, because Noah woke up anyway.
He rubbed his eyes, spotted Corey, and broke into a grin.
"Daddy!"
Corey opened his arms, his eyes brimming with warmth as he scooped the boy up.
"Did you miss Daddy? Still feeling sick? How about Daddy goes and gets you some food, hm?"
While the two of them chatted, the door swung open without warning.