He took a photograph and sent it to Lauren, who replied with a string of stars and a message saying she wanted a copy for her office.

When Tessa got home and saw us admiring the picture, she shrugged with the seriousness of an artist explaining her work.

“It’s our rule,” she said.

“Nobody has to be perfect.

They just have to be kind.”

I kissed the top of her head.

It was a better rule than any Harold had ever taught us.

PART 27