Daniel and Claire agreed to meet in a place familiar to Emma and Oliver.

I arrived early with the Christmas presents in the back of my car and a small bag of ginger cookies.

When the children came through the entrance, Oliver ran toward me so fast his boots squeaked on the tile.

Emma followed, smiling shyly as if she feared I might disappear if she moved too quickly.

We spent the afternoon in the children’s room, looking at picture books, using the art table, and talking about school.

I gave Emma her pencils and sketchbook.