The drive to school was quiet. The radio played softly—one of Keith’s favorite songs.
I kept my eyes on the road, blinking away tears when I caught Katie’s reflection in the window, her lips moving as she mouthed the lyrics.
Outside the elementary school, the parking lot was crowded. Cars lined the curb, and groups of dads stood in the cold, laughing and lifting their daughters into the air.
Their happiness felt almost cruel. I squeezed Katie’s hand.
“Ready?” I asked, my voice thin.
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