I didn't. But I stayed.
I just made grilled cheese.
***
I missed things, too.
- A cousin's wedding in Denver because Claire had the flu.
- A fishing vacation I'd promised myself for 10 years.
- The chance to have a family of my own.
- And Diana, the woman I love.
Diana was patient for a long time. Longer than she should've been.
I missed things, too.
"I'm not asking you to choose," she told me one night at the front door. "I'm asking if there's room."
"There isn't," I said. "Not the kind you deserve."
She nodded as if she already knew. She left a sweater behind. I never returned it.
I stayed with the triplets, not because they asked me to, but because someone had to.
"I'm asking if there's room."
***
Daniel showed up the way the weather does.
A birthday card once, with no return address.
A Christmas card with a stamp from somewhere I'd never been.
When the girls were 12, he called.
"I want to reconnect, Noah. I've been thinking."
"Thinking about what, exactly?"
"About them and being a dad."
I held the phone so tightly that my hand cramped.
When the girls were 12, he called.
"You want to be a dad, you get on a plane. You don't think about it on my phone bill."
My brother didn't get on a plane. He never did.
The cards stopped after that. Sometimes I wondered if the girls noticed. They never said.
***
I'd lie awake some nights and run the numbers in my head, the way you do when you've been broke long enough. Not money. The other kind.
- Did I do enough?
- Did I say the right things at the right time?
- Did they know I loved them, or did they just know I was tired?
I wondered if the girls noticed.
There was a fear under all of it that I never said out loud. That somewhere in the back of their hearts, the triplets were still waiting for their real father.
That I was the man who'd been there, but not the man they wanted.
I didn't blame them for it. I just couldn't stop thinking about it.
There was a fear under all of it.
***
The morning of the triplets' graduation, I sat in my truck in the parking lot for a full 20 minutes before I could make myself get out.
I was 49. My beard had gone gray in patches. My knee hurt from a fall off a ladder two summers earlier and had never quite healed.
I'd brought a cheap camera, which I didn't fully know how to use, and it was shaking in my hand.
And in my wallet, behind the expired insurance card and a food receipt, I'd kept Daniel's original note. It was faded, but still readable.
I'd brought a cheap camera.
I unfolded it with both hands.
I wondered if the girls would mention Daniel today. I wondered, even worse, if they'd wish he'd come instead.
I folded the note back up and stepped out into the heat.
