Caleb’s confusion gave way to relief and a hint of amusement. He looked at me, a soft, apologetic smile touching his lips. “I’m sorry for doubting you, even for a second,” he murmured, reaching for my hand.

I squeezed his hand in return, understanding that the seeds of doubt were never his own but had been planted by a mother who couldn’t bear to share her son’s love. Luna cooed softly in my arms, oblivious to the drama unfolding around her, but a living testament to the love that Caleb and I shared—a love that transcended petty familial disputes.