That night we ate grilled cheese sandwiches at the tiny cabin table.

Rain tapped against the windows, reminding me of the stormy hospital nights we’d spent counting minutes between phone calls.

This time there was nowhere to rush.

We played cards until Sadie fell asleep with her head against Callum’s arm.

He looked at her, then at me.

“I might not be able to take you on the adventures I used to imagine.”

“This is an adventure,” I said.