Lucas turned to me, eyes shining.
“You were always enough. You know that, right?”
She paused and looked back at us.
I pulled him into a hug, and for the first time in eight years, I didn’t feel like I was barely holding on.
“We did it,” I whispered. “We really did it.”
He laughed softly against my shoulder.
“Mom would be so proud of you.”
And in the quiet that followed, I finally believed him.
“We really did it.”
