“Hi, Elsie,” he whispers. “I’m your uncle Archer.” Ro clears her throat, and her eyebrows jump a little as she not-so-subtly gestures to him. “Actually, about that,” I say, nerves rattling my voice. I lean a little more toward Ro for strength. “I want baby Elsie to know about her namesake, about Mom. And I want her to know how much you loved each other.” I clear my throat now, feeling almost sick at the mix of nerves and excitement. “You’ve always been a father to me, and I want her to know you as my dad—as her grandfather.”
