I see the school!” Kimmy’s sweet voice drew Cole back. He glanced in the rearview mirror to find her smiling at him. Her copper curls were untamed and her lightly-freckled face was smudged with chocolate toaster pastry. Green eyes, huge as almonds, squinted against sunlight that streamed through the passenger window. Cole grinned—what a cutie. “Yes, there it is.” “Yay, Daddy.” She wiggled her feet and the laces of her sparkly-pink tennis shoes flapped. “You sure I’m gonna like it there?” “I’m positive.” “But Daddy.” She wrinkled her nose. “How do you know?” “I just do, honey. Here, wipe your mouth.” He pulled into the parking lot and handed her a tissue. “Look at that playground.” Kimmy tapped a finger against the window. “It’s got lots of swings, and the slide looks like a giant snake twisting ‘round and ‘round.” “That’s called a corkscrew, and it’s pretty cool.” The tension eased from Cole’s shoulders. So far, so good. Kimmy seemed to like the place.
