The first page showed a photo of me when I was one month old. Lying on the bed, I was in a pink knitted hat with colorful flowers on it and a suit of the same knitted material my mother had made.

Upon viewing the rosy-cheeked baby, I could not help but smile.

Lyon had approached me from behind, peering at the album in my hands, and smiled back. "You were so cute as a kid."

I turned and passed the album to him. "Take your time looking through it. I'll see what else Dad might need."

Lyon nodded. "Okay."

Stepping out of the bedroom, I didn't find Harrison in...