« Mommy, Daddy’s there. »
I couldn’t shake those words.
Let me back up.
I froze mid-step.
***
My name is Alison. I’m 37, and a year ago, cancer took my husband, Mike, and left me alone with our daughter, Mia, who was three then and is four now. Most nights, she still asked, « When is Daddy coming home? »
Harold was Mike’s oldest and closest friend. Our families had known each other for about 10 years. But they had known each other longer.
Years of barbecues, fishing trips, and shared inside jokes.