Then she folded her arms and said, « I don’t want more pictures, Dad. »
My hand flew over my mouth.
Daniel stood several yards away, holding a box of photographs of our four-month-old twins. Kai wore his striped hospital beanie. Theo slept against my chest.
Daniel had carried those private pieces of our life into the woods and handed them to a girl I had never seen before.
« I don’t want more pictures, Dad. »
« I thought you’d want them, » he said.
« I want the truth. »
« Isla, I’m trying. »
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