and gourmet dinners. He looked younger, freer, and increasingly detached from the life he had left behind in the suburbs.
On the day he was finally due home, I desperately tried to convince myself that he was just overwhelmed by the distance. I dressed all three girls in matching pink onesies, tucked them into their triple stroller, and headed to the airport. I held a cardboard sign that read, \”Welcome home, Daddy,\” hoping the sight of us would snap him back to reality.
When the arrivals gate finally opened, I
