Kyle and I found a rhythm.

We consulted each other about Miles’s care, kept our exchanges brief and courteous, and made plans around our child’s needs instead of our own pride.

He occasionally apologized again, and I accepted the words without pretending the past had disappeared.

Sandra remained distant.

Kendall, on the other hand, became an aunt Miles recognized and loved.

She kept showing up, respecting boundaries and answering difficult questions.

Trust returned in small installments.