“You shouldn’t have come, Grant. Now we’re all in danger.” Just then, a black car pulled up behind us, and my daughter screamed…

and launching herself into the center of the mattress, giggling hysterically. Lena lingered in the doorway, her shoulders shaking as fresh tears spilled over. I stepped intimately behind her, wrapping my arms tightly around her waist, anchoring her to the present.

“The weeping era is officially concluded,” I murmured into her hair.

“It’s just…” she choked continue reading …