The Seat Left Empty

My husband, Jasper Anderson, never showed up for any of our daughter's activities and events. He said that there were thousands of employees relying on him for a living, so he had no time for what he called children's games. Still, he made an exception for Sadie performing Swan Lake for the first time. "I'll be seated in the front row." He promised her sincerely. The show had already been going on for ten minutes, yet his seat remained empty. I tried to call him many times in the lobby. My mother-in-law, Beatrice Anderson, said, "Jasper went to the airport to pick up a client. His phone ran out of battery. Stop calling and pestering him." Jasper's younger brother, Kai Anderson, said, "Jasper's car broke down on the highway. I'm on my way there to help him." Jasper's assistant, Vincent John, went as far as sending me a photo of the meeting room. "Mr. Anderson had to stay back at work due to a stakeholder. He'll head over immediately once the meeting's over." Sadie held my hand through the curtain and whispered, "Mommy, don't be angry. Daddy must be very busy at work." Everyone was trying to prove to me that his absence was not his fault. However, they did not know that I was standing outside the multipurpose hall, watching Jasper inside. He was hugging another woman's son as they stood in the middle of the award podium. That woman, Dakota Reid, smoothed Jasper's collar before she stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. The emcee laughed and asked the young boy, Xander Reid, whom he wanted to thank the most today. Xander hugged Jasper and said with his boyish voice, "Thank you, Daddy!" I suddenly felt that he no longer deserved a place here. Not just in the theater, but in our lives too.