Grant was waiting by the green-painted benches near the playground swings.

He had on a plain blue cotton shirt and dark jeans, with no silk tie and no brass cuff links.

He got up slowly as we stepped off the paved path.

“Hello, Emily,” he said quietly.

Sophie held on tight to my fingers before stepping out onto the wood chips.

“I brought your drawing markers, Daddy,” Sophie said, pulling a clear plastic zip pouch out of her coat pocket.

“Thank you, Sophie,” Grant said, taking the pouch in both hands.