Laura approached slowly.
“I heard he’s doing well.”
“He is.”
She nodded. “Emma still talks about him. We’ve done a lot of teaching about babies. Boundaries. Gentle hands.”
I looked at Emma.
She lifted her palms as if proving their softness to me.
I smiled before I could stop myself.
“That’s good.”
Laura swallowed. “I’m still sorry.”
“I know,” I said.
And I meant it.
Some apologies stay in the world unresolved. Not because they aren’t real. Because the event they answer was too close to tragedy to ever become ordinary.
That is all right.
Not everything needs a redemption arc to remain human.
Noah is almost two now.
