Our daughter’s school was only a short distance from home, and we had planned the route carefully.

Sadie came downstairs carrying her backpack and stopped when she saw him waiting near the door.

“Are you coming?” she asked.

“If you’ll let me,” he answered.

She took his free hand.

I carried her project folder and walked beside them.

It was slow, much slower than the other families moving along the sidewalk.

Callum rested once on a bench.