My phone buzzed.
It was an email from our newest investment.
A tiny employee-owned furniture company in Pennsylvania.
Subject line:
THANK YOU FOR BELIEVING WE MATTER.
I read it twice.
Then Sophie hooked her arm through mine.
“You okay?”
I smiled.
“Yeah.”
Lucy looked suspicious.
“You’re doing the emotional dad thing again.”
“I’m allowed.”
“You’re really not.”
We began walking toward the parking garage.
Halfway there, rain started falling.
Cold autumn rain.
People rushed past us, covering their heads with jackets.
We reached the intersection.
Then I noticed an elderly man standing beside an old sedan with the hood raised.
Cars moved around him.
Pedestrians hurried past.
He looked frustrated and soaked.
Sophie saw him at the same moment.
She looked at me.
I looked at her.
Neither of us said anything.
Then she smiled.
And crossed the street toward him.
Lucy groaned.
“Oh, come on. We’re going to be here forever.”
