The gray metal door opens, and Daniel inches toward me, his steps slowed by the chains on his ankles. With his every step, the knot in my chest tightens. It’s too soon, I think. Too soon to face him after the reappearance of Sara and the discovery of Alana. Twenty-four hours later, I still haven’t grasped the notion of Alana’s existence or considered the implications to my family or to Sara. Their presence introduces a wider dimension on my road to amendment and forgiveness. And I have no intention of telling him about them. Not yet. If ever.
