His daughter looked just like her namesake. She also acted like her, right down to the little mannerisms and odd habits, in a way that was creepy.

One day she found the photo – the photo of two people he tried to both forget and remember.

"Who are they?" Her voice was so innocently inquisitive he couldn't turn her away.

He pointed at one of the girls, "You were named after her and that was her sister."

"Why haven't I met them? I was named after her."

"One of them is far, far away so she can't see us anymore and the other one doesn't like me anymore."

"Why not?"

"Because it was my fault her sister went away. She couldn't forgive me for that even though I loved her."

"She didn't love you?" Her tone of voice was incredulous, as though asking who couldn't love her daddy.

"No." His tone was sharper than he'd hoped.

"Why not?"

"She ... loved someone else first."

She came up to him and hugged him tightly. "I love you Daddy."

He laughed. "I love you too Prim."