Last Three Shots
My husband doesn't love me or our daughter. It's been six years since she was born, but he's never held her.
The doctors say he has an emotional disorder, and that he doesn't know how to express the way he feels.
But when his true love returns, he smiles at us for the first time. He even brings our daughter a gift.
I think it's because he's finally seen sense… until she and I see the photo he uses as his phone's wallpaper.
In it, his eyes are crinkled as he smiles. He has one arm around a little girl whose front tooth is missing, and he holds his true love's hand with the other.
My daughter tugs on my hand, and her eyes redden. "Mommy, do you think we should leave? Should we give Daddy three final chances? Let's leave him if he still doesn't want us after that."