“Look how high, Mommy,” Sophie shouted.

Grant gently slowed the swing, letting her pink sneakers drag through the wood chips, and then walked over to the park bench where I was sitting.

He sat down next to me, elbows on his knees, and watched Sophie run toward the yellow plastic spiral slide.

“Just look at her, Emily,” Grant said softly.

“She belongs in a real home with a lawn and a neighborhood school, not bounced around between temporary rentals.”

He turned his head to look at me, his eyes wide and completely sincere.