June pushed the pen toward me. My hand began trembling.
“Easy, Dad,” she whispered. “You already completed the difficult part.”
Dad.
That single word nearly broke me.
Rose signed first. May signed next. Then June added her name. Finally, I signed.
When we walked back into the courthouse hallway, Lisa was gone. For once, nobody followed the person who chose to leave.
My daughters stood beside me, all three smiling through their tears. Lisa had given them life. I had given them a home. And that day, they gave me the one thing I had never been brave enough to request.
They gave me my place in their lives.
