One day, she would ask about her father.
I had already decided that I would never poison her heart with hatred. But I would also never lie to her about what had happened.
She deserved the truth, told in a way her young mind could understand when the time came.
I did not know that Daniel was about to return to our lives.
The first sign came on a Tuesday afternoon.
My phone rang while I was sitting beside Grace, helping her arrange her toy animals.
An unfamiliar number appeared on the screen.
I almost ignored it.
Something made me answer.
“Hello?”
For a moment, there was only breathing.
Then a familiar voice spoke.
“Amara?”
My body went still.
I knew that voice.
I had spent years trying to forget it.
“Daniel?”
“Yes.”
I stood up and walked toward the window.
“Why are you calling me?”
He sounded nervous.
“How have you been?”
