He gave me a quick nod, but the smile slipped when he saw Emma looking at us from the doorway.

“Inside, sweetheart.

Homework.”

Her shoulders lowered.

She obeyed.

Driving home, I passed the intersection where Laura used to wait for my car when she was a teenager.

She would stand beneath the pharmacy awning with her schoolbag at her feet, pretending she wasn’t watching for me.

I always knew she was.