Elena might continue defending herself or choose to say something different.

I could listen to my girls without requiring them to agree with one another or with me about every next step.

But I did not have to arrange all of that before breakfast ended.

I put the new photograph beside the bowl of fruit while we chose where it should go.

Six daughters.

Six different faces.

A father who had spent years believing the work was safest in his own hands.

At the wedding, when Chloe said I could stop carrying it, I had told her I did not know how.