“My son is three, and he doesn’t understand what’s going on. Intellectually, i get that. But, every time he asks, ‘Where’s Daddy?’, I have to remember to breathe. It’s always the same thing. I tuck him in. I say 'I love you’. He says 'I love you’, and then he says 'Where’s Daddy?’, and i tell him again. I had almost gotten used to it, but last night was different.”