I froze.
It was Catherine’s voice.
The recording continued.
“And if I’m not there beside her, promise me that when she grows up, you’ll bring her to the place where our love began.”
My father was crying.
Then I heard the most unexpected sentence of all.
“And please, kiss her forehead for me. Let her know that my love is in that kiss too.”
I couldn’t hold back my tears anymore.
I turned toward my father.
He stood there silently, holding the little ring.
I walked toward him.
“Dad…”
He looked at me.