He considered that, then reached for my hand.

“Deal.”

We talked about who we had been before we were parents, about the terrible sofa we once bought from a thrift store, and about the time we got lost on a road trip and ended up attending a town festival by accident.

We hadn’t told those stories in years.

We had become so efficient at coordinating schedules that we’d forgotten how to be curious about each other.

When we cleaned up, Callum noticed the note I’d originally placed beneath his fork the day I came to the hospital.