Dan watched his two little girls dancing in the playground, lost in their own little world. They had grown to be such pretty, healthy girls so different from the sick, premature babies they had been. The doctors had said that they wouldn’t make it but he’d known they were fighters, the way their tiny fingers held onto his pointer told him this.
Dan walked away.
It was for the best that they didn’t know him. No child deserved a crook for a father. But, as bad as he was, there was no mistaking that Dan loved his daughters.