You know, I’ve locked eyes with killers in dark places.
Been sure I was a heartbeat away from oblivion more times than I care to remember.
Surrendered to those I was sure would do me harm.
But my baby girl, an infant with eyes of deep, plain truth, sometimes gives me a look that scares the shit out of me like nothing else ever has.
Right down to my marrow.
I wonder what that’s all about.