asked.
Alexander considered the question.
“Yes.”
“Of Daddy?”
“No.”
“Then what?”
He looked at the two girls who had filled his silent home with laughter, arguments, night-lights, crayons, and impossible amounts of laundry.
“I was scared you might need me.”
Chloe slipped her hand into his.
“We did.”
Alexander closed his fingers around hers.
“I know.”
Lily took his other hand.
The three of them stood beneath the shelter until the rain slowed, not waiting for someone to return, but remembering the night someone finally did.
