Chapter 14 - THE FIRST TIME GRACE CALLED ME DADIt happened in the cereal aisle at Publix.
Not in therapy.
Not in some candlelit, perfectly framed family moment.
We were buying groceries on a Thursday.
Ethan was arguing for the sugary cereal with the cartoon shark.
Grace had her hand looped through the sleeve of my jacket the way she still did in public when too many people passed too close.
A box fell off a shelf behind us.
Grace startled hard and clung to me.
I turned automatically.
“It’s okay, sweetheart.”
The stock clerk apologized.
Everything settled.
Then Grace looked up and asked, without thinking:
“Dad, can I still get the strawberry kind?”
All three of us froze.
She did too.
Her face changed instantly, like she wanted to snatch the word back out of the air and inspect it before letting it go.
I swallowed.
“Yes,” I said quietly. “You can get the strawberry kind.”
Ethan grinned first.
“Told you she’d say it before Christmas.”
Grace elbowed him, blushing bright pink.
I pretended not to notice I could barely breathe.
Later that night, when I tucked her in, she stared at the blanket for a long time before speaking.
“I didn’t mean to if it was too soon.”
I sat on the edge of the bed.
“It wasn’t too soon.”
She glanced up.
“Even if I’m still mad sometimes?”
That hit me hard because it meant she trusted me enough to admit it.
“You get to be mad,” I said. “You lost a lot.”
She nodded.
“I’m mad at Mommy for dying.”
“Okay.”
“I’m mad at Vanessa for the wall.”
“Okay.”
“And I’m a little mad at you for not coming sooner.”
There it was.
The wound that belonged to me.
I didn’t argue.
“I know.”
She studied my face carefully, like she was checking whether honesty still made grown-ups dangerous.
Then she scooted under the blanket and whispered:
“I’m still glad you were the one in the blue jacket.”
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I kissed the top of her head after she fell asleep.
Then I walked into the hallway and let myself cry where Ethan wouldn’t see.
