Cameron
“C'mon, Trin." I hold her hand as we cross the parking lot of the elementary school. First grade has been a good time for her, from what I can tell. Looking down at her, the remnants of the stitches on her face remind me of how quickly life can change. How Nat and I haven't told Gauge about us yet. It sticks in my chest and I desperately want to abide by her wishes but, at the same time, I'm all in. I want everyone to know I've finally chosen someone to share my life with. However, I know it's gotta be on our time, not just mine.
“I hope the teacher is going to say nice stuff about me." She swings our hands together, making a wide back and forth motion.
Looking down at her, I wonder if there's something my daughter isn't telling me. “I'm sure she will; is there a reason she shou
