“I’m here,” he said into my hair. “I’m here.”
Behind us, Sarah’s voice softened. “Mom. I’m sorry.”
“We wanted it to be perfect.”
Mark’s voice cracked. “We all are.”
Jason cleared his throat. “Yeah. We messed up.”
Eliza hugged my side like she was little again. “We wanted it to be perfect.”
“There’s no perfect,” I said, wiping my cheeks. “There’s just showing up.”
Grant pulled back and looked me in the eye. “No more disappearing. Not me. Not again.”
I studied his face. Same kid. Different weight behind his eyes.
“Go before I start yelling again.”
“Good,” I said. “Because I can’t take another night like this.”
He nodded. “You won’t.”
The officer cleared his throat near the door. “Ma’am. I’m Nate. I’m sorry for the fear. This was Grant’s idea.”
Sarah pointed at him without looking. “Go before I start yelling again.”
Nate gave a quick nod and disappeared.
