forgot the love.
I’m sorry.
Dad.
I called Elliot downstairs.
Handed him the note.
He read it twice.
Then asked,
“Do you forgive him?”
“Not yet.”
“Will you?”
“Maybe someday.”
Then I asked him the same question.
He looked down at the box.
“I’m working on it.”
Then he reached inside and pulled out the old anniversary letter.
The one Claire had read aloud.
“Can I keep this?”
I looked at Daniel’s old handwriting.
This house is chaos, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Someday we’re going to miss
