My daughter had said plenty of heartbreaking things since losing her dad, but this one stopped me cold. When I followed her gaze, I saw something I couldn’t explain.
I froze mid-step by the pool, one hand tight around my wine glass, staring at the back of Harold’s ear while my daughter’s voice looped through my head like a scratched record.
« Mommy, Daddy’s there. »
I couldn’t shake those words.
