“You don’t have to do all this,” she said.
He turned the mug in his hands. “Because I didn’t know how to stay. I thought leaving was kinder than being a ghost in the house. I was wrong.” He looked at her. “I’m not asking for forgiveness. I’m just asking to make your coffee in the mornings.” ideal father living together with beloved daughter
“I am.”
Weeks turned into months. Daniel found a part-time job at a bookstore, then a small apartment of his own. But he kept a key to Emma’s place. He still came over every Sunday with fresh bread and a story from the shop. He still left sticky notes on her fridge when she had a big presentation: “You’ve got this. Love, Dad.” “You don’t have to do all this,” she said
