“Everything okay?” Luke asked. Okay? She was so little. How did you take care of someone that small? How did I change her diaper or teach her to ride a bike or help her with math homework? I wasn’t equipped to do any of those things. But I would. Because she was . . . mine. Forever, she was mine. “I have a daughter.” I blinked and raked a hand through my hair. “Holy fuck, I have a daughter.”
