He did not object.
“Good?” I asked.
His smile came slowly.
“Very.”
“Too long?”
“Maybe five minutes.”
“Heroic compromise.”
He closed his eye.
“I like Talia.”
“So does Owen.”
“He looks terrified.”
“Promising sign.”
“And Caleb.”
“What about him?”
“Happy.”
“Yes.”
Noah turned his face toward me.
“I want to be around for that baby.”
The words carried more weight than I expected.
“You will.”
“I want to remember being around.”
My chest tightened.
I put my hand over his.
“Then we make photographs. Videos. Journals.”
“That isn’t the same.”
“No.”
He looked toward the tavern windows.
“But it is something.”
“Yes.”
He fell asleep before I pulled onto the harbor road.
