Laura moved to Brevard last spring. She found a job with the county sheriff’s office. Day shifts only.
We’re not married again. Not yet. We’re taking it slow. Doing it right this time.
But we eat dinner together every night. The three of us. At a small kitchen table with Sophie’s drawings all over the refrigerator.
My parents have never called.
I sent them a letter once, at Christmas. A photo of Sophie on the back porch, laughing. I didn’t write anything on it except her name.
It came back unopened.
I’ve made my peace with it. Mostly.
Some nights I still think about Matthew. About the little boy I used to carry home. I wonder if that boy was ever real, or if I made him up because I needed a little brother to protect.
I don’t have an answer. I don’t think I ever will.
But I know this.
Sophie sleeps with her door open now.
She doesn’t lock it. She doesn’t need the nightlight anymore either, most nights. Last week, she told Dr. Catherine she wants to be a police officer when she grows up. Like her mom.
“So I can help kids who are scared,” she said.
Last Saturday, the three of us hiked up to Looking Glass Falls. Sophie ran ahead on the trail, then turned around and ran back and grabbed both our hands and pulled us forward.
“Come on! Come on! You’re so slow!”
Laura laughed. I laughed.
At the top, the water came crashing down over the rocks, loud and cold and white, and Sophie stood at the railing with the spray on her face and shouted, “I love you, Mom and Dad!” so loud that a family nearby turned around and smiled.
I put my arm around Laura. She leaned into me.
I used to think the most important thing in my life was the work I did with my hands in an operating room.
I was wrong.
The most important thing I ever did was listen when my daughter’s mother told me to come home.
And then, finally, listen to my daughter.
If you are a parent reading this, please hear me.
When your child tells you something feels wrong, don’t laugh. Don’t tell them they’re being sensitive. Don’t grab your coat and run out the door.
Sit down. Put your phone away. And listen.
It might be the most important conversation you’ll ever have.
I almost missed mine.
I thank God every day that I got a second chance.
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