When I got home, Nolan was already asleep under his thin green blanket.

I folded the shirt and set it at the foot of his bed. I stood in the doorway a long time, listening to his steady breathing.

I was terrified about our future. I was bone-tired.

But looking at that small shirt with its silver moon, I felt a fierce, desperate pride. I had provided.

I leaned against the doorframe and wept without a sound, letting the tears track through the exhaustion on my face. I thought I was alone in the quiet dark.

I had no idea Nolan’s eyes were open, watching me from the shadows.