“You’ve never thought about picking a place and putting down some roots?”
Leif shrugged. “It’s not for everyone.” He turned to Kimberly. “And what about you? Do you want to travel a lot when you grow up?”
“I’m going to be like my Papa and ride elephants and eat bugs.” She said with a firm conviction that surprised Henry down to his toes, especially considering this was the first time he’d ever heard her mention this particular dream. The last time he’d heard Kimberly’s life’s ambition, she’d declared she was going to be a firefighting pirate.
Leif’s eyebrows went up in a questioning look to Henry.
“Papa is her late father, Joseph.” He pointed to himself, “I’m Dad.” Henry was impressed by how steady his voice was even as his insides twisted with grief. “Joseph was a travel writer before
