Even the round gold clasps looked like the circles she’d added to his shoulders.
To Sophie, the resemblance was enough.
Evan glanced at me.
To Sophie, the resemblance was enough.
I gave the smallest shake of my head.
He clearly had no idea what she meant.
Sophie was practically bouncing against her pillows.
“Did you get my invitation?”
He clearly had no idea what she meant.
Evan rubbed one blue-gloved thumb across the other.
“Your invitation?”
“The one I made for you! I was going to leave it by my window so you’d find it.”
I stepped closer.
“Sophie, sweetheart, let’s give our visitor a chance to sit down.”
“I was going to leave it by my window so you’d find it.”
She looked disappointed.
“But I asked him something.”
Evan pulled a chair beside the bed.
“Maybe you could tell me about it.”
Sophie studied him.
She looked disappointed.
Then she shook her head.
“It’s a secret.”
I pressed my palm against the edge of her mattress.
What invitation?
And why hadn’t she told me?
“It’s a secret.”
Evan stayed nine minutes.
Sophie introduced him to Pickles and warned that the elephant disliked being called fat.
Then she asked whether Captain Tomorrow had ever visited Saturn.
Evan hesitated.
“No, but I’ve heard the rings are impressive.”
Evan stayed nine minutes.
Sophie looked suspicious.
“You don’t know much about space.”
“Not as much as you.”
“That’s okay. I can teach you.”
I watched his face.
Sophie looked suspicious.
He smiled, but his eyes were wet.
When Sophie began rubbing her forehead, I ended the visit.
She waved.
“Bye, Captain Tomorrow!”
Evan waved back.
He smiled, but his eyes were wet.
He didn’t trust himself to speak.
I followed him into the family waiting area.
He removed his mask.
For several seconds, he simply stared at it.
“She thought I was someone she invented,” he said.
He didn’t trust himself to speak.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“She drew Captain Tomorrow for school. You happen to look like him.”
Evan glanced toward her room.
“What invitation was she talking about?”
“I don’t know.”
“You happen to look like him.”
He looked at me.
I folded my arms.
“If you ever see her again, it won’t be like this.”
He looked up.
“No costume?”
“If you ever see her again, it won’t be like this.”
“No secrets about who you are.”
He nodded slowly.
Then he asked, “Do you think she’d want to know me?”
I looked through the waiting room window.
“That’s a question for Sophie. Not me.”
“No secrets about who you are.”
Two days later, Sophie complained that the hospital pancakes were inferior to mine.
I took that as progress.
Her teacher had arranged for me to collect some schoolwork she’d missed.
When I arrived at the classroom, she handed me a folder.
I took that as progress.
“She was very proud of her superhero project,” she said.
I opened it.
There was Captain Tomorrow.
Red suit.
Blue cape.
Two gold circles at his shoulders.
I opened it.
On the back, Sophie had written a short explanation in pencil.
I read the first sentence.
Then the second.
I lowered the folder into my lap.
Beside the superhero was a smaller figure.
I read the first sentence.
Underneath it, in Sophie’s uneven handwriting, were two words.
MY DAD.
I sat in my car for several minutes.
Sophie had never met Evan.
She’d never heard him explain why he left.
Sophie had never met Evan.
But she’d drawn him beside a superhero.
I turned the page over.
Her assignment said Captain Tomorrow helped people who were frightened.
That was all.
No explanation of the little figure.
She’d drawn him beside a superhero.
No mention of an invitation.
When I got home, I went into Sophie’s bedroom to collect fresh pajamas for the hospital.
Her desk was covered in pencils, space stickers, and half-finished drawings.
Beside a stack of library books sat a folded sheet of paper.
No mention of an invitation.
A red cape had been drawn across the front.
I recognized the handwriting immediately.
FOR CAPTAIN TOMORROW.
I unfolded it.
A red cape had been drawn across the front.
“Dear Captain Tomorrow,
Can you help my dad come see me?
Mom says he lives far away.
Maybe he’s scared.
I can show him my space books.
Love, Sophie.”
Can you help my dad come see me?
I read it twice.
Then I noticed something else.
At the bottom, she’d drawn a tiny arrow pointing toward a second sentence.
You can tell him I won’t be mad.
I sat on the edge of her bed.
I noticed something else.
For seven years, I’d wondered why Evan wouldn’t come.
My daughter had been wondering too.
Only she’d found a way to make his absence less frightening.
Maybe he wasn’t choosing to stay away.
My daughter had been wondering too.
Maybe he simply needed someone brave to help him.
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And now he’d appeared in her hospital room wearing the very costume she’d imagined.
I folded the letter carefully.
Sophie was waiting for me at the hospital.
Maybe he simply needed someone brave to help him.
And I had no idea how to tell her who Captain Tomorrow really was.
I showed Sophie’s letter to Evan that evening.
He read it silently.
“She thinks I’m scared,” he whispered.
“You told me you were.”
I had no idea how to tell her who Captain Tomorrow really was.
He covered his face.
“Claire, I don’t deserve her.”
“Then stop making this about what you deserve.”
With help from the hospital’s child-life specialist, I explained the truth to Sophie.
“Claire, I don’t deserve her.”
“Captain Tomorrow was wearing a costume,” I said. “His real name is Evan. He’s your dad.”
She stared at me.
“He was pretending?”
“He was wearing a costume because he was nervous about meeting you.”
“But he knew I was me?”
“He was pretending?”
“Yes.”
Sophie looked down at Pickles.
“That’s not fair.”
“No, sweetheart. It wasn’t.”
She picked at the elephant’s ear.
“Why didn’t he just come?”
“That’s not fair.”
“That’s something he needs to answer.”
She was quiet for a long time.
Then she asked whether she could see him again, without the costume.
Evan arrived the next afternoon wearing jeans and a gray sweater.
“That’s something he needs to answer.”
No cape.
No mask.
Sophie studied him.
“You’re really my dad?”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you come before?”
“You’re really my dad?”
He pulled his chair closer.
“I was scared I wouldn’t know how to be a good father.”
“Scared of me?”
“No, sweetheart. Never you.”
She frowned.
“You could’ve learned.”
“Scared of me?”
Evan looked down.
“You’re right. I could’ve.”
Then he added, “I’m sorry I stayed away. It wasn’t your job to help me.”
Sophie considered this.
“Do you know about Saturn?”
“It wasn’t your job to help me.”
“Not much.”
“I have books.”
He smiled.
“I’d like to learn.”
Sophie came home the following week with follow-up appointments arranged.
“I’d like to learn.”
Evan returned to his state but began calling when he promised.
He also arranged regular support and future visits.
Neither Sophie nor I mistook those first steps for seven years of fatherhood.
Sometimes she answered his calls.
He also arranged regular support and future visits.
Sometimes she finished playing first, and he waited.
One afternoon, I found her drawing at the kitchen table.
Captain Tomorrow stood beside a man in jeans and a sweater.
“Who’s that?” I asked.
Sometimes she finished playing first, and he waited.
“My dad.”
“Why isn’t he wearing his cape?”
Sophie shrugged.
“Because he came anyway.”
“My dad.”
She returned to coloring.
I noticed she’d given the man two different-colored shoes.
I almost mentioned it.
Instead, I went back to making lunch.
I noticed she’d given the man two different-colored shoes.
