I didn’t encourage curiosity about her.

She was part of what had happened between adults, not someone my daughter needed to measure herself against.

I began taking an evening professional-development course, something I’d postponed for years.

On the first night, Grace sat beside me at the table as I organized my notes.

She had her own homework spread across the opposite end.

“Look,” she said, pointing to the two piles of books.

“We’re both students.”