It was Sunday morning—Father's Day. Noah had just fallen asleep again. I checked the clock and saw it was only four-thirty in the morning. I remembered the gift I had bought for Oliver. Since I wouldn't give it to him in person, I decided to hang the bag on his doorknob. I knew he usually woke up early, but I didn't think he was awake yet, so I did it. When he stepped out of his room, he would see the bag there. I hoped he would like receiving a photo with his son to celebrate his first Father'