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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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