“I’ve been keeping a secret for ten years.”
After my wife Abigail died, Emily became my entire world.
I wasn’t the perfect father. I burned dinners, forgot school events, and worked too many hours. But I loved my daughter with everything I had.
Emily’s best friend, Nora, was almost always with us.
Nora had lost both parents when she was little and lived with her elderly grandmother, whose memory grew worse every month. Emily refused to let Nora feel alone.
“Dad,” she’d often say, “Nora’s basically my sister.”
Soon Nora was eating dinner with us several nights each week.
She never asked for anything.
