“No. You did.” She looked up at him. “You showed up. Every time. Even when I was awful. Even when it was hard.”
“It’s what I should’ve done from the start.”
“But you’re doing it now. That matters.”
Adrian smiled, tentative. “Does this mean you trust me?”
“It means I’m starting to.”
And as Nora drove away with the triplets asleep in the back, Adrian stood in the driveway and felt the truth settle in his chest:
He’d been given a second chance he didn’t deserve.
But he’d earned it one day at a time.
And that—finally—was enough.
