It was all his fault.

Heaving stress-saturated breaths as he climbed into the car,

“Come on, Darling,”

the single father squeaked, he was gonna be late for work if they didn’t get a move on.

She climbed into the car and on they went, he got to his meeting only being a few trivial minutes late.

Leaving work he felt better, he truly was a kind man; he looked up into the bright sun beaming down on him and squinted.

A bead of sweat rolled down his face as he climbed into the broiling hot car and drove off to get his daughter from daycare.

She wasn’t there, she must have gotten picked up by her grandma again, oh how he wished that they would tell him when they did that.

In the morning he was late again, rushing out to the car he hopped in, immediately frowning at the stench.