“Could you cover your eyes for a minute, Mads? I want to have a private conversation with Luce,” I say, and she laughs, obliging. Mommy looks silly. She does, doesn’t she? Can I tell you a secret, Lucy? Sure. She grins. I love secrets. I love your mom. Very much. I’m going to tell her soon. Do you think that would be okay with you? If I was around more? Like a dad? My friends say their daddies love their mommies. I’ve never had a daddy. Yeah. I swallow. Like a dad. Yes, she tells me with tears in her eyes. That would be okay. Mommy and I love you, too.
