before disconnecting.
David was vacationing in the Bahamas.
Officially, he needed relief from being “burned out.”
He’d started using that phrase after Christmas.
Exhausted by work.
By responsibility.
By everyone depending on him.
He particularly resented my reminders that fatherhood wasn’t something he could temporarily quit.
Two weeks earlier, he’d announced a yacht vacation.
“A reset,” he called it.
He claimed he was going alone.
No business calls.
No social media.
No interruptions from family.
When I questioned whether two weeks was excessive with our seven-year-old at home, he looked
