After gently kissing my daughter’s head, I tiptoe out of the room. Pausing in the hallway, I glance down at the closed door where Camille sleeps. Part of me wants to linger there again for reasons I don’t understand. It’s the strangest thing. It’s like there is a line of invisible rope from her to me, and it tugs me relentlessly closer to her. God, I need to get out of this city.
