In-Love with More than One
He traces his finger down Lyla’s cheek, gazing down at her with a softness that only elevates his youth, but at the same time, makes him look older.
“I mean, that’s what you do when you love someone, right?” he says. “You fight.”
The simplicity in his voice is not lost on me. I know he’s talking about my love for my daughter. Understanding the best way he can.
But I can’t help but feel like he’s saying it to me too.
“Right,” I say, just as he looks up. His crystal gaze meets mine, and his eyes dip to my mouth as his expression shifts to something softer.