Chapter 10 - After Eight Years Apart, Griffin Finally Moved Into the House Where Our Daughters Had Grown Up and Began Learning the Ordinary Things He Had MissedGriffin moved in.

He learned.
Homework.
Breakfast.
School pickup.
Bedtime.
He was terrible at braiding hair.
Hazel laughed.
Iris taught him.
He was good at bedtime stories.
He used different voices.
The girls loved it.
He apologized often.
Not because we demanded it.
Because he wanted to.
One night, Hazel asked:
“Why didn't you know us?”
Griffin looked at me.
Then answered honestly.
“Because I made a mistake.”
“What mistake?”
“I trusted the wrong people.”
Iris asked:
“Do you regret us?”
He looked shocked.
“Never.”
He hugged them.
“You are the best thing that ever happened to me.”
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I watched.
The eight lost years hurt less that night.
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