Seated in the living room, the parents were waiting. They were equally stressed, but no one would let their kids see just how tired they were. They knew that their children were the face of the organization they had worked so hard to bring to life, the organization that was now the main reason for their tired faces.
They wanted to be there for their kids, and each day, they hoped they weren't bad parents because that would honestly suck. How would they help their kids if they couldn't even help themselves?
Garner looked at his children, and he felt like a failure.
He could see them fighting their anger and desperation just to prove to him that they were strong. He could see their pain in their eyes, and he wished he could take it all away, but he knew he had trained them otherwise.
