She’s just learning to give kisses, but when she tries to kiss her dad, all she feels is cold glass.
Ryan is fourteen months into a two-year sentence for a DUI—a mistake he regrets every second. His freedom isn’t the only thing he lost; he’s missed watching his daughter, Mia, grow. She was learning to walk when he went in. Now, she’s talking, babbling about her “kitty,” showing off her new shoes, and he can only watch through the thick prison glass.
Every visit is the best and worst hour of his week. He memorizes her expressions, her laughter, every tiny gesture—but he has no sense of her warmth, her hair, the feeling of holding her.
And then it ends. The guard calls, “Time’s up.” Jessica lifts Mia to the partition. “One kiss for Daddy,” she whispers. Mia presses her face to the glass, trying to connect.
Ryan presses his face and hand against the barrier, trying to bridge the impossible distance. It’s a kiss that can’t land, a painful reminder of his mistakes—and the reason he vows to be a better man when he finally walks free.