keep showing up every time your mom and you allow me to.”
Leo studied him.
“That isn’t a promise.”
Alex nodded.
“No.”
He looked at his son.
“It’s something I have to prove.”
At first, Alex saw the children two afternoons each month.
Elena stayed nearby.
Then two afternoons became four.
Gradually, Alex began learning the small details that actually made someone part of a family.
Lucas hated raw tomatoes but happily ate them if they disappeared inside pasta sauce.
Maya insisted on hearing the same bedtime story twice.
Clara
