You Are My Daughter

Everything that rose up in me felt too small, too easy, next to the size of what she was really asking.

And in the half-second I hesitated, searching, Caleb appeared in the doorway behind me.

He had heard the question.

I saw it hit him, saw something move across his face, and then he crossed the room without a word, and he knelt down on the wooden floor directly in front of our daughter, so that his eyes were level with hers, and he took both of her small hands into his own.

Chapter 15 — You Are My Daughter