“Do I look okay?”
I knew what she meant before she said it.
“Nothing’s missing,” I said.
She looked down. “Do you think Dad would recognize me now?”
Iris glanced up. “Sorry. Bad topic.”
“No,” I said. “Tonight is about dancing and pictures.”
“I just wonder sometimes,” she whispered. “If he ever thinks about me on big days.”
“He made his choice, Iris.”
“Nothing’s missing.”