Then, I reached out and took his hand, fitting my fingers between his.

“We go together,” I said.

He smiled, a genuine, relaxed expression that smoothed the lines on his face.

“We go together,” he agreed.

The evening breeze stirred the leaves of the maple trees.

Inside, the baby monitor hummed with the sound of Leo’s soft, rhythmic breathing.

The rain was gone, and for the first time in my life, the sky was clear.