“That was work,” Josie said, stepping in. “Happens when your dad’s in the FBI, saving the world.” Pride filled her voice. She had so much understanding for a kid her age. I couldn’t help but grin at her. “He’s about to tell us that he has to leave,” she continued, grabbing my hand. “And that’s okay.” She looked up at me, her eyes shining. “He’s tired all the time. But he still does so much with me. When I’m an adult, I wanna be just like him.”
