After our son was born, I wanted a paternity test

couch, watching some dumb sitcom. Halfway through, Emily turns to me.

“You really love him.”

“I always have. I was just too blind to see it.”

She sighs, leaning back. “He’s lucky to have you back.”

“I’m the lucky one.”

We sit in silence. The rain taps gently on the window. And for the first time in years, there’s peace in the room. A sense that maybe, just continue reading …