loved the idea, thrilled to turn her thoughts into a mission. Meanwhile, a cold heaviness formed in my chest—an instinct that something had been happening right under my nose.
When Father’s Day came, my wife left for a photography session she’d scheduled weeks ago. Lily and I stayed home to cook dinner. She insisted we decorate with sunflowers, plucking them from the backyard and pushing them into a vase that wobbled like a newborn deer.When Father’s Day came, my wife left for a photography session she’d scheduled weeks ago.
