They watched the penguins dive.

Hazel pressed her palms against the glass and whispered that she wanted to swim like that.

Nathaniel knelt beside her and said he wished he could too.

For an hour he wasn’t a developer or an heir or a man attempting to undo the past.

He was simply a person learning what delighted his daughters.

At lunch, June spilled juice down the front of his shirt.

He reached for napkins, then stopped when she flinched.