“Deal.”
“I get to throw him out.”
***
I found Daniel at the bus station.
He was sitting alone between his suitcases. When he saw me, he immediately stood up.
“Sarah.”
“Rachel has a spare room. It’s temporary.”
He blinked.
His eyes filled with tears.
“Emma decides everything from here. Whether she meets you, talks to you, or forgives you.”
He nodded as tears rolled down his cheeks.
“Thank you.”
I shook my head.
“Don’t thank me.”
“Rachel has a spare room.”
I thought about my daughter.
The bracelets, surgeries, and the second chance she’d been given.
“Thank her.”
***
Three weeks later, Emma handed me a sealed envelope.
Daniel’s name was written across the front.
“It’s just a thank-you letter,” she said. “Not a reunion.”
I studied her face.
She smiled a little.
Emma handed me a sealed envelope.
***
I drove it to Rachel’s house.
Daniel opened the door.
For a second, he simply stared at the envelope. Then he took it with shaking hands.
Neither of us spoke.
Some moments don’t need words.
***
A few months later, life felt different.
Emma was focused on school again. She argued with me about curfews and spent too much time on her phone. Normal teenager things.
Things I’d once prayed for.
Daniel opened the door.
Daniel was still staying with Rachel while he worked on getting back on his feet.
Emma hadn’t met him yet.
But now and then, she’d ask how he was doing.
And that was enough for now. I figured he’d reveal the truth about his initial departure then.
***
One evening, I came home and found Emma sitting at the kitchen table.
The glass jar of hospital bracelets sat in front of her.
Emma hadn’t met him yet.
For two years, she’d treated them like proof of her survival.
