The second week, the Wi-Fi router started blinking red. Mom panicked. “Call your father,” she said, handing Kenzie the phone.
When Dad finally came home—tired, smelling of airport coffee and cheap plane blankets—he dropped his bag in the hall and looked around. The house was clean. The plants were watered. The router was green. When Dad Is Away Ii Kenzie Taylor
The third week, a storm rolled in. Not the gentle spring rain kind, but the kind that rattled windows and made the power flicker. Mom lit candles. Kenzie’s little brother, Leo, climbed into her bed without asking. She let him. Outside, wind tore through the oaks Dad had planted the year she was born. Inside, Kenzie held Leo’s hand and counted between thunderclaps. The second week, the Wi-Fi router started blinking red