
SHE WAS TOO SICK TO SLEEP ALONE, SO I LAID ON THE BATHROOM FLOOR WITH HER
I always thought I had a good handle on being a dad. Not a perfect one, but present, reliable. Liana was born during a stormy August night, and it feels like I’ve been running through thunderstorms ever since. Not bad ones—just the kind that remind you life’s rarely calm. Her mother, Dana, left when Liana…