Luke’s feet bounce excitedly as he watches her. “Don’t go too high! What if you get stuck?” “You’d save me,” Willa calls back from what sounds like much higher up the tree than I thought she’d go. “I’m too small. But my dad would save you!” Her raspy laugh reaches us at the back deck. It’s still as disarming as it was earlier today. “I don’t know about that. He might be happy to leave me up here, Luke.”
