“No.”
Sophie’s face fell.
Then I smiled.
“I think I’m better than okay.”
She laughed.
And for the first time since my wife died eighteen years earlier—
my family had become bigger instead of smaller.
I had spent my whole life thinking Mr. Arthur Hale was simply the quiet janitor at Westbridge High School.
Sophie knew better.
My wife knew better.
And eventually—
I did too.
