And every single time, Julian and I ran to him.

Every time, we gathered him up, and Julian wrapped his arms around him and held him and said, “We know, buddy.

We know you didn’t.

You did nothing wrong.” And Lucas, half-asleep and frightened, would ask, “Are you sure?” And we would tell him, as many times as he needed to hear it, for as many nights as it took: “We are completely sure, Lucas.

One hundred percent.