Arthur Mendoza — The Morgue Wedding Mystery
“Very observant, Dad.”
I pulled away from the lens and looked at my daughter.
She was building her own life.
One day she would live in another city, love people I had never met, make choices I wouldn’t fully understand.
My job was not to keep her safe by controlling every future possibility.
It was to make sure she knew she could always tell me the truth and be heard.
“I almost missed everything,” I said.