He said he loved me,” she whispered.<br /><br />Daniel swallowed, and he had the strangest sensation, almost a premonition of what it must like to be a parent.<br /><br />Someday, God willing, he’d have a daughter, and that daughter would look like the woman standing in front of him, and if ever she looked at him with that bewildered expression, whispering, “He said he loved me . . .”<br /><br />Nothing short of murder would be an acceptable response.