“She’s in her room,” I said.

Rory scraped his work boots on the wire mat by the door.

“I brought something else for her.”

The kitchen screen door clicked shut behind us as he stepped into the entryway.

Sadie came out of her room into the hall and stopped short on the runner.

She tucked a strand of straight brown hair behind her left ear and looked down at his leather boots.

“Hi, Dad.”