I walked into Sophie’s room.
She lifted her arms the moment she saw me.
“Daddy.”
I picked her up.
Her head settled beneath my chin.
Outside, Boston was still wet from the rain.
Inside, Eleanor leaned against the doorway watching us.
There were years we could never reclaim and wounds that would not disappear because the truth had finally surfaced.
But for the first time in three years, the truth was no longer standing between us.
It was giving us somewhere honest to begin.
