It was a bright, cold October morning, and Harry was excited about his gaming app presentation, a project he had poured himself into for the past six months.
As the clock struck eight, Harry entered the dining room, preoccupied with his phone, barely acknowledging his wife, Sara, and their sons, Cody and Sonny. “Morning, honey,” greeted Sara. “Good morning, Daddy,” the boys chimed in unison. Ignoring them, Harry grabbed a toast and rushed back to his room. “Sara, where’s my white shirt?” Harry’s voice boomed from the room.