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As if summoned by the mention of her name, the light, chaotic thud of footsteps announced the arrival of the only color in my greyscale world. Zariah, our seven-year-old daughter, burst into the kitchen. Her private school uniform was neat, but her spirit was untamable.<\/p>\n

\u201cGood morning, Mommy! Good morning, Daddy!\u201d<\/p>\n

She kissed my cheek\u2014a quick, warm pressure that anchored me to reality\u2014and then ran to Tremaine.<\/p>\n

For her, the statue came to life. Tremaine put down the phone. The corners of his eyes crinkled. He forced a smile that looked almost genuine. \u201cGood morning, Princess. Eat up. Daddy is driving you to school today.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWow! Really? With Daddy?\u201d Zariah\u2019s joy was piercing.<\/p>\n

I exhaled, a breath I didn\u2019t know I was holding. At least for Zariah, he could still pretend. This brief, fifteen-minute window was the only time we resembled a family. But the moment the last crumb was gone, the performance ended. Tremaine stood, grabbed his briefcase, kissed Zariah\u2019s forehead, and walked to the door.<\/p>\n

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As if summoned by the mention of her name, the light, chaotic thud of footsteps announced the arrival of the only color in my greyscale world. Zariah, our seven-year-old daughter, burst into the kitchen. Her private school uniform was neat, but her spirit was untamable. \u201cGood morning, Mommy! Good morning, Daddy!\u201d She kissed my cheek\u2014a…<\/p>\n

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