She had finally decided to draw my portrait.
He stood behind her and studied the picture.
“You got your mom’s smile exactly right.”
Emma grinned.
“She used to hide it, you know.”
Daniel smiled.
“I remember.”
She set down her pencil.
“Dad?”
“Yeah, honey?”
“Did you know Tyler was going to tell us about his arms when you invited him to dinner?”
“No. I didn’t know anything about his skin condition or what the boys at school had been saying to him.”
“Then why were you so calm?”
Daniel pulled out the chair beside her.
“Because I knew you were watching how we handled the situation. I didn’t want you to think that loving somebody meant shouting at them until they agreed with you. And I didn’t want you to think that the only way to deal with someone who hurt you was to hurt them back.”
Emma studied his face.
