Sometimes Sophie cried when visits ended.
Sometimes Ethan quietly asked,
“Are you going to disappear again?”
Sebastian never made impossible promises.
“I can’t give back five years.”
“But I can show up next Saturday at ten.”
And he did.
The Saturday after that, too.
Hannah never forgave him completely.
Maybe she never would.
He had trusted his mother more than his wife.
Still…
She slowly learned to separate the husband who had failed her…
from the father who was trying to become someone better.
Two months later Sebastian visited Little Harvest Kitchen.
He waited outside and texted:
I’m here. May I come in for ten minutes?
He brought no security.
No expensive toys.
Only fresh strawberries because Ethan had once mentioned they were his favorite.
Sophie ran toward him—
then stopped to look at Hannah.
Hannah nodded.
Lucas pointed toward a bowl of soup.
“It has cilantro.”
Sebastian checked the ingredient list.
