A letter was a beginning, not proof of change.

After discussing it with counsel, Gavin, and my counselor, I agreed to a brief supervised family visit at a public park on a mild Saturday morning.

Judith arrived with a small picture book.

She asked before holding Willa.

She stayed for the agreed time.

She did not mention the company.

It was not a restoration of the past.

It was a new, limited arrangement built around my daughter’s needs.