My Husband Took Our Sons Fishing Until My Daughter Uncovered The Truth Six Years Later

“Everybody look at me for three seconds.”

Daniel was checking the boat straps for what had to be the fourth time.

“Three seconds. That’s all I’m asking.”

“Dad’s squishing me,” my youngest complained.

Daniel tightened the arm around his shoulders. “Good. Maybe you’ll stay still.”

The boys laughed. I pressed the shutter.

Click.

That was the last photograph I took of all four of them together.

I didn’t know that yet. I was squinting at the screen to check if anyone had blinked, thinking about the grocery list, thinking about whether I’d remembered to put sunscreen in their bag. Normal things. The kinds of things you think about when you still believe you have time.