Chapter 8

“What’s your favorite thing here?” He asked softly.

It took her a long moment to answer, and then all she did was point. Blake looked up and followed the direction of her chubby finger.

“The slide? Me, too. That’s fun.” Blake scooped up some more sand, added it to his pile, and smoothed it down. “Do you want to play?”

Emily considered him and then took off across the ground. While Blake watched, she climbed the long ladder, took an infinitely long time adjusting herself, and slid down. She gave a shout of joyous laughter as she zoomed down, and Blake grinned.

As soon as Emily landed, she ran around to the ladder again. Blake kept an eye on her as he molded his sand into something resembling a castle. Again and again, Emily slid down, laughing every time. Blake called encouragement to her to let her know she was doing a good job.