Spring came early that year. The cherry blossoms in Central Park were blooming weeks ahead of schedule, covering the ground in soft pink petals.

My father and I walked through the park every Sunday now, taking the twins with us while we talked about everything and nothing.

"Maria wants to meet the kids," he said that morning, his voice nervous.

"She's been dating you for twelve months, Dad. It's about time."

"I just... I want to make sure you're comfortable with it."

I stopped walking and ...