Then Tommy grabbed our wrists and pulled us closer until we were all inside the frame.

The picture was not evidence that our marriage had survived.

It was proof that our child didn’t have to carry our division as his identity.

Later, over lunch, Tommy asked whether he could spend the summer learning to build a real bridge.

Mark laughed and said engineers had to study for years.

Tommy said he was ready to start now.

I told him I knew a community program that taught children woodworking and basic design.