“Uncle Jim, come see! It has a moat!”
Jim scooped her up with an exaggerated grunt.
“A moat? What kind of engineer are you, kid?”
“The best one,” Lily declared.
I watched them walk toward the water, my brother and my daughter, and I told myself the tightness I’d noticed in Jim’s jaw was just leftover stress from the move. Bruce reached over and squeezed my hand.
Daddy told me not to tell you…
“You look happy,” he said.
“I am happy.”
