My father stood up at the lake house dinner and raised his glass in fr…

in the morning, I carried Marin into our house. I set her shoes beside her bed, pulled the blanket over her shoulders, and stood in the doorway for a moment longer than necessary.

Her room had glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling and a stack of library books near the nightstand. On her desk sat a drawing she had made the week before of the two of us continue reading …