Two little rabbits — one for Daddy, one for Molly.

Jeremy sat there staring at the tiny stuffed rabbit, running his fingers lightly over the little girl's gift while memories of their time together drifted through his mind. The angles of his face were sharp in the darkness, and if you looked closely, you could just make out the wetness gathering at the inner corners of his eyes — tears that hadn't quite decided to fall.

Kaia had finished her shower and came out ...