Caleb entered the janitor’s closet, took out his yellow mop bucket, and filled it with warm, soapy water. He grabbed his mop, stepped into the grand foyer, and began his shift.
As he pushed the heavy cotton mop across the polished stone floor, listening to the rhythmic splash of water, he looked up at the high, arched ceilings.
He was no longer the Reaper. He was simply a father.
And as long as his family was safe, that was the only title he would ever need.
