“My dad’s.” My eyes misted a little as I remembered buying these for Daddy. But he never got to wear them. “They’re brand new. He never wore them. You can keep them if you want to.”
Daniel moved slowly into the room. Kneeling beside me, he put his hands over mine on the material. “I would be honored to wear them.” He leaned forward and kissed my cheek. “Your dad must have been someone really special. I know he’d be super proud of you.”
“Yeah. I guess,” I answered.
As I felt his hand brush along my hair, the sad thoughts about my dad suddenly seemed to lessen in their intensity. I became aware of Daniel kneeling so close to me that I could feel his chest brush my arm with each breath he took. I turned my head to look at him and he returned it, his eyes searching my face. But for what?
