Mark asked me not to let Daniel be alone, and I think the least I can do is try to figure out what that means.”
Diane was quiet for a moment.
“He wrote you a good letter,” she said finally.
“He did.”
“He was a complicated person.”
“Yes.”
“So am I,” she said.
“So, probably, are you.”
“Almost certainly.”
She refilled my coffee without asking.
That felt like something.
In the living room, Daniel announced that the rocket was fixed and ready for launch.
We both turned to look.
He was holding it above his head with both hands, making a sound effect that was mostly just him saying *whoooosh* very seriously.
He had Mark’s eyes and his own everything else.
I pressed my hand to my stomach, where my daughter turned slowly, finding her position.
*I’m going to tell her about him,* I thought.
