Matt

The doors to the pool deck are open, and a soft, warm breeze skirts around us. Beyond the deck, the water glistens with the midday sun, and high above the sky is a cloudless cobalt shade of blue.

“I can help,” I offer as Sophie empties containers of food I picked up at the grocery store into different dishes, placing each on the island in the kitchen.

“You bought it all. That is a help.” She shrugs. “One day, I suppose I ...