Chapter 6 - My Daughter Asked Me to Eat Breakfast With Her, and I Realized I Had Spent My Life Chasing the Wrong ThingsThe first morning after my father's arrest, Emma woke me at six.

“Daddy?”
I opened my eyes.
“What?”
“Breakfast.”
I looked at the clock.
“It's six.”
“I'm hungry.”
I laughed.
“Okay.”
We went downstairs.
Emma climbed into a chair.
Then she looked at the empty seat beside me.
“Mommy should sit here.”
I looked at Sophia.
She smiled.
So she sat down.
Three people.
One table.
No guards.
No threats.
No empty chairs.
I realized something.
I had spent years building a table large enough for powerful men.
Yet the only people I wanted beside me could fit around a small kitchen table.
Emma reached for my hand.
“Daddy?”
“Yes?”
“Are you happy?”
I thought about it.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
I looked at Sophia.
“Because you're here.”
She smiled.
“Me too.”
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For the first time, the word family didn't sound like something I'd lost.
It sounded like something I had found.
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