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He has learned to give me space.
Sometimes I wish he wouldn’t.
“What do you want to happen?” he asks.
“I don’t know.”
“That isn’t true.”
I press the dough flat.
“I want to go home.”
His face changes.
“Tennessee?”
“No.”
“Then where?”
“Iron Ridge.”
“The house is gone.”
“I know.”
“The fire damaged the office and most of the living quarters.”
“I know.”
“It will take months to rebuild.”
“I know.”
He watches me.
“Then why do you want to go there?”
“Because that’s where I found you.”
Sean looks away.
For one moment, he cannot answer.
Then he reaches for me.
He moves slowly enough to let me step back.
I don’t.
His arms close around me.
I rest my head against his chest.
The first time he held me, I was crying because he finally knew I was his daughter.
Now he holds me because I chose him.
