I had missed that inscription before.

It made me laugh through tears.

Eleanor, who sometimes seemed incapable of speaking warmly at the dinner table, had known exactly how to tell a child she mattered.

On Sunday Grant picked the children up on time.

He had brought their favorite muffins and a paper bag filled with library books.

Brielle smiled despite herself.

I felt both relieved and sad.

I wanted the children to have a father who showed up.