“Hey, don’t be nervous,” Randall tells me with a smile. “They’re just kids.”
“I know,” I tell him as I stare at the door to the school, waiting for the kids to come out for recess. “It’s just been a while. I don’t know if they even understand.”
“They know you care, and that’s enough,” he tells me, rubbing my back slowly. “I’m sure they’ll be thrilled just to see you.”
The bell rings and almost instantly, the door flies opens as the first grade kids come pouring out. I smile as I watch them, excitedly running to the new playground we had built for them, finally getting to see them enjoy it.
“It wasn’t all bad, I know that,” Randall says softly next to me, pulling my attention to him. “Your time with David. It's easy for me to think of him as a villain. He did bad things, he had
