It was ordinary.
That was what made it precious.
Before we left, Aaron Cole passed us near the door. Dad reached out and shook his hand.
“Thank you for coming home,” Dad said.
Cole looked at me, then back at him.
“Your daughter had something to do with that.”
Dad nodded.
“I know.”
No joke followed.
No qualification.
Just two words that had taken him thirty-one years to learn how to say.
