My daughter was home.

She wasn't blood, but she was mine. I had claimed her as such before I walked her down the aisle, I had failed to protect her, and I worried about her constantly after she left. Her return filled something in my heart and allowed me to move forward on the other thing I had been holding out on.

I said goodnight and went home just after midnight. I showered and shaved, changed into my silk boxers and a Harley T-shirt, and made sure everything was ready. When the doorbell rang, I was ready. I pulled it open, she was standing there with her weekend bag. "Are...