to build something tall enough to survive a storm, you need a strong, wide foundation. Otherwise, once the top becomes too heavy, the whole thing falls.”
Leo tilted his head, considering the idea with the same intense expression I recognized from my father’s side of the family.
“Like a real skyscraper?”
“Exactly like a skyscraper.”
From the counter, Jessi watched us quietly.
Her eyes carried an emotion I could not fully read: grief for the years we had lost mixed with the cautious hope of a mother watching her son
