beneath both came wonder.
Leo stirred and made a tiny sound.
Rowan looked down.
His shoulders relaxed.
“Hey,” he whispered.
It was so tender that it hurt.
Because there he was—the man I had expected to appear at the hospital.
The man who spent an entire Sunday assembling Leo’s crib twice because one rail looked uneven.
The man who pressed his ear to my stomach and laughed when Leo kicked.
People were rarely only one thing.
That was what made disappointment so painful.
If Rowan had been cruel every day,
