asked, “Can I hold her?”
I studied him.
“When did you last ask how her breathing treatments were going?”
He opened his mouth.
Closed it.
“I don’t know.”
“You can learn to be her father.”
“No,” I said. “You don’t.”
I let the silence sit.
Then I said, “You can learn to be her father.”
He nodded quickly.
“But you don’t get to visit the role whenever it feels convenient.”
“I know.”
I lifted Chloe myself and
