After the Waning Moon, I Won't Wait for You

After our son was born, both my parents ended up on daily medication, and I was the only one bringing in money. To earn more, I took a job doing high-voltage line repair deep in the mountains of rural Montana, only making it home once every few months. On the holiday, I quietly swapped my shift and rushed back, wanting to surprise my wife, Marcella. The door opened, but it was her ex-boyfriend, Jude, standing there. He was wearing my slippers, and he had a little girl in a pink dress in his arms.