I can handle this job.”

My pride wanted to argue, but the truth was that I hadn’t been thinking clearly for days.

I handed him the schedule, gave him the contact information he needed, and left.

I found Hailey in Rachel’s backyard making a small row of paper flowers with Lucy.

She had drawn faces on each one.

One was labeled DADDY, another AUNT RACHEL, and a third MOMMY CLAIRE.

“Who’s this?” I asked, pointing to the smallest paper flower.