He probably never would have looked at his reflection at all, if it hadn’t been for something his daughter said. He would have done what he usually did—go downstairs, get on his computer, and wrestle with deadlines and dilemmas. But tonight, while he was tucking her into bed, Angus noticed Sierra looking at him intently.
“Why do you have that big line on your face, Daddy?”
“What big line?”
“This big line here,” she said, tracing with her finger a line on his brow that extended down between his eyes.
“I guess it’s from worrying too much,” was Angus’s truthful reply.
“What are you going to do?” his daughter persisted.
“I’m not sure.” ...