We would reconsider only if Jenna and I jointly decided it was safe and appropriate, and there was no promise we ever would.

When Jenna heard, she didn’t thank me.

She shouldn’t have had to.

Instead, she said, “Can you help me fold the sheets?”

I took the other end.

The afternoon sun stretched across our living room, and we made a neat square together.

PART 27

Wesley’s first birthday arrived on a Saturday bright with sunlight.