Lucy jumps to her feet and runs toward me, throwing her arms around my legs. I drop my bag and lift her up, holding her against my hip. Hi. Hiya, Luce. Is this your classroom? That’s my chair over there. Do you see my drawings on the walls? I glance around at the dozens of pieces of artwork plastered on every available surface. I spot one that looks like it might be hers, complete with three stick figure people and two dogs. My goddamn heart smiles.
