Whether orange was better than yellow for being seen in the water.

The littlest one had opinions.” He shook his head, smiling at the memory of my boys being exactly, perfectly themselves.

“Your husband bought one for each of them.

Bright orange emergency whistles, in the end.

The orange won.”

I could see it.

I could see it so clearly it hurt — Jonah holding forth, Mason arguing the other side just to argue, Wyatt rolling his eyes, Lucas letting them run themselves out before he quietly bought the orange ones.

It was so like them, so exactly like them, that for a moment they were almost in the room.