A gentle sigh could be heard from the other end of the line, carrying a charming, childlike sense of drama.
"Dad, you said you would help me with my math problem," Skylar said, his tone full of quiet protest. "I even texted you… like… three... No four times."
Zachary exhaled slowly, guilt settling in almost immediately.
He really had forgotten.
"I'm sorry, Sky," he said, his voice gentle, sincere. "Dad got caught up with something."
"Something more important than me?" Skylar asked, his tone suspicious.
Zachary almost smiled. "Of course not," he replied immediately. "Nothing is more important than you."
There was a small pause, as if the boy was considering whether to accept that answer.
"…Okay," Skylar said at last, though his voice still carried a hint of doubt.
Zachary glanced at the time on his dashboard. "I'll be home in thirty minutes. We can still go through it together."
On the other end, a soft yawn slipped through.
