Lorenzo returned with the bottle of warm milk.

He handed it to me, his hand brushing mine.

“Thank you, Hunter,” Lorenzo said.

“For everything,” he added.

“You saved his life,” Lorenzo said.

“We saved him,” I said.

I sat in the rocking chair, feeding Leo as the first light of dawn began to break over the water.

The shadows in the room slowly disappeared, replaced by the soft, golden light of a new day.