Then he went to the babies’ room while I prepared what we needed.

He spoke to Harper too, although she was still drowsy.

“Hello, Harper.

Your brother’s telling us something.”

He did not use her as a quiet interval in somebody else’s story.

He greeted her because she was there.

I stood in the doorway for a moment and watched.

It was the sort of thing I had wanted from Garrett so badly that I once tried to persuade myself I was asking too much.