tucked Ari into bed. Five minutes later, Ari walked into my room carrying her blanket.
“Daddy?”
“What is it, sweetheart?”
“Can Mommy sing?”
I knew exactly which mommy she meant.
So I played Sarah’s lullaby.
Ari smiled, hugged her stuffed rabbit, and fell asleep before the song ended.
It happened again the next week.
Whenever Claire and Ari shared one of their happiest moments, Ari seemed to search for Sarah afterward.
I assumed it was part of growing up.
Claire worried she had done something wrong.
“I feel like she
