My Child Laughed And Said Dad Was There Until I Looked Closer

A tattoo. All I could make out was the edge of an eye, the bridge of a nose, part of a mouth. A portrait. Of who?

My smile stayed on my face, but inside, I felt like I was trying to weather a typhoon in a dinghy.

“Okay,” I said to Will. “Go sit at the table and wait for cake. You can play afterward.”

He nodded and ran off.

I walked toward Ellie.

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