He stood silently for a moment before nodding.
“I understand.”
He placed the gift bag on the bench beside the gate.
“I’ll wait for you to tell me when I can see her.”
“Don’t wait for me to make your decision for you, Daniel. If you want to be her father, start by taking responsibility. We can discuss a proper arrangement.”
He nodded again.
Then he walked back to his car.
I watched him leave without calling his name.
When I returned inside, my mother was sitting on the sofa with Grace on her lap.
My daughter looked up at me.
“Mummy, who was that man?”
I knelt in front of her.
“That was Daniel. He is your father.”
She tilted her head.
“Is he coming back?”
I brushed a strand of hair from her forehead.
“He would like to get to know you, sweetheart. But we will take our time.”
