The little girl looks up at her mom and smiles. “But please, Mommy, can I play with her?” “I see some future besties,” Sally says with a smile. Ava glances at me, then Ella. “Is she—” “My daughter. Yes. Ella, can you say hi to Miss Ava and June?” But Ella, being the shy little bird she is around new people, curls into Wyatt’s chest. “Ella.”
