Daniel sat at Karen’s kitchen table, watching Lindy carefully color within the lines of her princess coloring book. At six years old, she had the same methodical focus he remembered having as a child, the same need to make everything perfect before moving on to the next task.
“Daddy, look!” Lindy held up her picture, beaming with pride. “I didn’t go outside the lines even once!”
“It’s beautiful, sweetheart,” Daniel said, accepting the drawing with genuine admiration. “Princess Aurora is my favorite. Should we put it on the refrigerator?”
“Yes!” Lindy bounced out of her chair and ran to the kitchen, carefully placing the drawing under a magnet shaped like a butterfly. The refrigerator was covered with her artwork, school papers, and photos from their weekend adventures—a testament to the
