Instead, I returned to Oliver’s book about the moon.

Love, I was learning, could remain present without taking over.

When it was time to leave, Emma asked whether I would come to her next art show.

Daniel looked up.

I said I would love to if her parents could share the date and everyone was comfortable.

Daniel’s face softened slightly.

“We’ll send you the information,” he said.

Oliver hugged my waist and asked whether I still made turkey sandwiches.