As a Single Mom of Two, My Chores Kept Getting Done Overnight — Until the Night I Finally Saw Why

My cheeks heated with embarrassment. “You were watching my house?”

“No,” he said quickly. “Not like that. I just noticed. And then one night I saw you carrying both kids inside after they fell asleep in the car. Their backpacks spilled everywhere, and you dropped your phone, and when you bent to pick it up, you looked like you were about to cry.”

I blinked rapidly.

“That’s when I realized,” he continued, voice low, “you don’t have anyone helping you. Not your ex. Not his family. Not… anyone. And you were burning out. I kept thinking about coming by during the day, but I didn’t want you to feel obligated to let me in. I didn’t want you to think I was trying to be involved in your life again or cause problems with your ex.”

“You wouldn’t have caused problems,” I murmured.

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