volunteering meant to him.
“What did you think I’d say?”
Greg adjusted Susan against his chest.
“I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do.”
He looked away.
I waited.
Finally, he admitted it.
“I thought you’d think it was pathetic.”
My heart sank.
“Missing the kids?”
He shook his head.
“Missing being needed.”
I sat beside him.
“Greg, missing that part of your life doesn’t mean you want Michael and Emma to become children again.”
He nodded slowly.
“Do you?”
His head snapped toward me.
“God, no. Michael once put a Lego
