I find Cameron sitting on the top step, so I join her placing the baby monitor beside me. “Have enough advice from the married women?” I tease.

“They mean well,” she states. “I wanted a few minutes to chat with you.”

I’m caught off guard. I have no idea why she wants to chat with me.

“First, you must promise not to be mad.” Cameron looks sternly my way. When I nod, she continues. “Mom shared two of your stories with me, you are a gifted writer.” ...