I kept him the whole time.”

Silas made a sound I had never heard a person make, and he dropped to his knees on the living room rug, and Daisy ran the last few steps straight into his open arms and threw hers around his neck.

He wrapped himself around his little sister and buried his face in her shoulder and wept, six years of it, and she held on to him with the rabbit still clutched in one fist, and I turned and looked out the window to give them what was theirs, because some moments do not belong to anyone but the two people inside them.

There are moments a third person has no business witnessing, however much they love the people in them, and this was one.