“I had a quick chat with your doctor downstairs before I came up, sweetie,” he said, looking down at Grace with a soft, patient expression.

“Everything is under control.

I’m so sorry I was tense with you earlier this week.

Work has been demanding, but that’s no excuse for taking my stress out on my family.”

Grace looked at him, her dark eyebrows lifting a little as if she were trying to read his tone.

“Thanks, Dad,” she whispered, twisting a loose thread on her blanket between two fingers.

“I already opened the stylus box so you don’t have to fight with the plastic tape,” Daniel added, adjusting the screen so it faced her directly.