“I didn’t want you stressing about logistics, money, responsibilities,” she admitted. “Evan… she brings him joy. She makes him believe he can do more.”
Evan listened, the weight of his absence settling heavily in his chest.
“When was the last time we talked about something other than schedules and appointments?” Lauren asked quietly.
He shook his head. “I honestly don’t remember.”
“That’s the problem,” she said softly. “I’ve been raising Noah mostly on my own. Hannah has been my support. You need to see that.”
Guilt and clarity collided inside him. “I want to change that,” Evan said firmly.
Lauren studied him carefully. “You’ve said that before.”
“I know,” he replied. “But today I actually saw our son. And if I don’t change now, I’ll miss the most important parts of his life.”
The next morning, Evan woke early and dressed casually. Downstairs, Hannah was already in the kitchen, preparing breakfast.
“Oh—good morning, Mr. Cole,” she said, surprised.
“Please, call me Evan. Can I help?”
As he watched her carefully flip pancakes, he noticed the patience and care in every movement. “Why do you put so much of yourself into helping Noah?” he asked.