After the appointment, Hannah and Lucas stopped near a courtyard bench.

I stayed with Mason a few steps away while he counted the tiles in the walkway.

“Do you remember this place?” Hannah asked Lucas.

“Every corner,” he answered.

“You used to hold my hand here when I was worried about another failed treatment.”

“I remember.”

“I need you to understand why the delivery room hurt so much,” she said.

“It wasn’t only that you panicked.