One night, as snow began to fall, I opened Daniel’s blue notebook to a page I had avoided.

His entry for Tobias’s first birthday read: We lit one candle.

He tried to eat it.

I hope the woman who brought him into the world knows he is safe.

I sat with that sentence for a long time.

Daniel had not known me.

Yet he had wondered about me.

I took out stationery and wrote him a letter, although he had been gone six years.