He smiled softly eager to talk about her because she was his pride and joy right now. "Her name is Arianna," and he showed off some more pictures, because phones these days held an entire world inside them. It was a little crazy. He thanked her for the compliments, and stopped when she asked about the girl's mother. He took a deep breath and sighed. "She left." It seemed to be a painful repeat that the women in his life never stuck. "Arianna was two I think. She left her with a neighbor and I've heard nothing since." She didn't want the responsibility of a husband and a daughter. This girl he was determined would not be without her father, so he didn't take off after the mother. And maybe Helen seemed the only woman worthy to chase.