He smiled.
“I wore it anyway.”
His expression softened.
“You still remember fixing this?”
“Yes, Lucas. You should have.”
He hugged me.
Before leaving, he helped Hannah secure the girls in their car seats.
“I’ll call tonight,” he said.
“I’d like that.”
At seven, my phone rang.
“Yes, Lucas. You should have.”
“Hi, Mom.”
Layla began fussing in the background.
“Give me a minute. She needs me.”
I listened as he comforted his daughter.
When he returned, we talked about their day.
I listened as he comforted his daughter.
I still had questions. Some days, I was angry about everything we’d lost.
But Lucas kept calling. He kept showing up.
And for the first time in three years, I could watch him leave without wondering whether he’d ever come home.
