“She laughs when things fall down,” he informed us.

“You should drop it again.”

“Absolutely not,” Hannah said, laughing.

I watched them for a moment: Mason trying to entertain his cousin, Hannah settling beside them, Lucas drying his hands before joining in.

The family in front of me didn’t look like the one we’d pictured in the green nursery a year earlier.

It had more appointments, less money, and a history none of us would have chosen.

It also had a daughter who belonged completely in the middle of it.