They happened, even if we didn’t know how to keep them.”

The words felt like a door opening a single inch.

I resisted the urge to push it wider.

“I can send copies through Paige,” I said.

“Maybe,” Hannah answered.

When she stood to leave, she briefly placed my hand on the outside of her sweater.

Beneath my palm, our daughter moved.

It was a gentle flutter, barely there.