SHE WAS TOO SICK TO SLEEP ALONE, SO I LAID ON THE BATHROOM FLOOR WITH HER
I always believed I was a decent dad. Not flawless, but there and trustworthy. I feel like I’ve been sprinting through thunderstorms since Liana was born on a stormy August night. Not nasty ones—just ones that remind you life is rarely tranquil. Mom Dana left when Liana was six. Said she must “find herself.” Not…