“And I would’ve answered, no matter how angry I was.”
His eyes filled.
“I wish I’d believed that.”
“I was selfish.”
“So do I, sweetheart.”
I reached for his hand.
“I’m not shutting you out. I’m asking you to give me a reason to trust you again.”
“I want to do that.”
“Then keep showing up.”
“I’m not shutting you out.”
Several months later, Lucas and Hannah came over for a family photograph.
He’d picked up extra shifts, paid down the hospital bills, and stopped relying on me for the girls’ everyday needs.
Abby and Layla wore matching sweaters. Hannah held Abby while I cradled Layla.
Afterward, Lucas noticed his old green coat hanging near the door.
He touched the stitching beside the pocket.
Lucas and Hannah came over for a family photograph.
“You still remember fixing this?”
“Of course. You complained that my stitches were crooked.”
