The family was Zara and Jesse and Raine and Lola. They didn’t need me. And when Lola died, I felt that right down to the marrow of my bones. But here I am, sitting here getting my hair cut by a woman who would die for me if she needed to. I have a husband who loves me and a daughter who calls me Papa because she loves me like I’m her own. I’m worth something to them; I just need to work out how to believe it too.
