Hannah held one child’s hand and I held the other’s.

The photograph did not make us a married couple again.

It captured something more truthful: two adults showing up for children who loved them.

Afterward Hannah invited me to stay for lunch with June and Nathan.

Over sandwiches and spilled juice, we planned the children’s summer activities.

There were disagreements about schedules, of course.

We worked through them without threats or bargains.

When I returned to my car, Hannah followed me outside.