Vincent & Sophie — The Empty Chair at Harbor Point

“Nana says that makes it a different kind of promise.”

“Your nana is right.”

She led him to her drawing: a harbor at sunrise, a yellow crane, and five people standing on a dock.

One wore a safety vest.

One had a blue ribbon.

“That’s my dad,” she said, pointing to the vest.

“And that’s my mom.

The other people are Nana, Aunt May, and me.”