I didn’t know whether Camilla and I would marry or simply remain devoted co-parents.

What I knew was smaller and more certain.

Our daughter was laughing under a blanket fort while people who cared about her passed plates of food around the table.

After our guests left, Chloe came to me holding the family drawing she’d made the previous winter.

The one in which she stood far away from everyone else.

She put it on the table, opened a box of crayons, and began adding lines between the figures.

She drew herself beside me, then Camilla, Elena, Brooke, Paisley, and Harper.