Six years later…

“Come here, little flower.”

Rosie pokes her head into the bedroom, and then her eyes light up. She closes the door behind her and then hurries over to where I’m sitting.

“Are the twins asleep?”

I nod as I reach for her leg and pull her to stand beside my chair. “I read them a bedtime story and they went right to sleep.” My hand travels up her bare leg and under her dress. “Now it’s your turn.”

“What kind of story do I get tonight?” She opens her ...