He Married a Forensic Accountant and Decided Fraud Was a Good Hobby. He Forgot Who My Father Was

I had guarded the wrong door for years.

Chapter 4 — Fourteen Hours

My father held my hand through fourteen hours of labor.

He did not once check his phone.

He did not take a call.

This is a man whose ten-minute decisions moved markets, and for fourteen hours the only market he cared about was the monitor beside my bed and the hand he was holding.

Rowan never came.

Rowan never called again to ask.