at me then with those wide, serious eyes babies have just before they smile.
“You were worth becoming dangerous for,” I whispered.
He reached up and patted my chin with one warm hand.
Behind us, inside the house, my phone buzzed on the counter.
Probably Priya sending another article about infant sleep. Probably my attorney confirming one final reimbursement from the bank. Probably something ordinary.
I didn’t go in to check.
For once, nothing urgent was coming for us.
So I stayed where I was, holding my son while the last light settled over the yard, and listened to the easy, steady sound of him breathing.
