and moments he knew he would never see.
He couldn’t stay.
But before he left, he tried to make sure his children would never have to wonder what their father would have wanted to say.
For months, I believed Daniel’s story had ended three weeks before our twins were born.
I was wrong.
Somewhere inside twelve sealed envelopes, an old watch, a necklace, Owen’s crooked smile, and Mia’s serious little frown, pieces of him were still waiting for them.
Daniel had wanted his children to have their father whenever they
