“There will never be a day you’ll choose.”
“Not at her birthday party.”
“Especially today.”
I grabbed his arm.
“We agreed.”
“No.”
His voice remained quiet.
“You decided. I stopped fighting.”
That hurt because it was true.
Hannah noticed us.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
She looked between us.
“Mom?”
Daniel kissed the top of her head.
“Sweetheart, can you ask everyone to give us a few minutes?”
Her smile disappeared.
“Why?”
“Please.”
Something in his voice made her obey.
People drifted inside with their plates.
My mother knew immediately.
She put down her fork.
“Daniel.”
He looked at her.
“Eighteen years is enough.”
My mother’s face crumpled.
Hannah saw it.
“What is happening?”
Daniel walked toward the garage.
I followed.
“Daniel, please.”
He stopped.
For a second, I thought I’d won.
Then he turned.
His eyes were wet.
“Laura, I buried my daughter too.”
I couldn’t answer.
“You got to decide how this family grieved for eighteen years.”
“That isn’t fair.”
“No.”
He nodded.
“It isn’t.”
Then he opened the garage.
I stayed outside.
I couldn’t go in.
That garage still contained too much of the worst week of my life.
A few minutes later, Daniel came out carrying something covered by an old canvas drop cloth.
