Daddy, can we invite my real dad over for Father’s Day dinner

instead of letting go, he pulls me into a quick hug.

“Happy Father’s Day, big brother,” he says.

I swallow the lump in my throat.

“Thanks.”

Lily suddenly climbs into my lap.

“You’re my favorite daddy,” she declares.

Daniel laughs.

“I should hope so.”

Emily leans against my shoulder.

The house feels warm.

Safe.

Full.

Later, after dinner, Lily sits on the floor continue reading …