“The same kind you used to buy when I fell off my bike.”

We stopped at a small shop on the way home.

Oliver slept in his carrier while Chloe tasted the first spoonful and closed her eyes.

“I forgot I liked this,” she said.

“Lots of things are still here for you to rediscover.”

She looked at me across the table.

“And some things will be new.”

“Yes,” I said.