REBECCA
One and a half hours later, the kids and I walked into Central Park: Reiner and I had agreed to meet near the ice cream cart, which, of course, was the children’s favorite thing.
The two of them were incredibly excited: even though I was holding their hands, they were constantly trying to run in every direction, searching for their dad.
As soon as I'd told them what we would actually be doing that afternoon, their little faces had lit up like never before: surprise, excitement, curiosity… oh, they'd never been more beautiful. After an initial moment of shock, they'd started running, shouting, and jumping on any surface that allowed it: they were the picture of happiness, and just like Reiner, they bombarded me with questions about him. I answered some – while others I left for h
