I stand outside Apollo’s bedroom door like a creeper. I can’t help myself. Celeste isn’t my little girl anymore so I can sneak into her room and sit on the end of her bed. She’s a woman now, and I’m going to have to get used to it.

When I hear my daughter’s giggle from the other side of the door, I close my eyes for a long moment and smile. I should be all bent out of shape that my daughter is shacked up in her boyfriend’s room, but the last few weeks have put everything in ...