And looking again was everything.

Chapter 6 — His Nose

“Chloe,” I whispered, crouching down close to her.

“What did you see?”

My daughter brought her face to within inches of her father’s.

“At first,” she said, “I thought it was just my imagination.”

“What was, sweetie?” “His nose.” My chest tightened.

“Explain it to me.” “Sometimes it moves,” she said.