He arrived on Sunday at noon.
No call ahead this time just a knock at the door that Julia was beginning to recognize the way you recognized a particular sound in your own home. Three knocks. Measured. Not tentative but not demanding either.
Just present.
She opened the door.
Daniel stood in the hallway with a paper bag in one hand and the particular expression of a man who had thought carefully about something and was now slightly uncertain whether he'd thought correctly.
"I found something," he said.
Julia stepped aside.
Nora heard his voice from the bedroom and appeared in the hallway with the speed she reserved for two things Daniel's arrivals and the sound of the cereal box.
"Daddy." She looked at the bag. "What's that?"
"Something I found," he said. "It might be wrong. It m
