The doctor, sensing the need for privacy, excused himself quietly, leaving the manila folder on the small side table. I gently rocked Luna in my arms, her peaceful breathing a balm to the tension in the air.

Finally, Caleb spoke, his voice tender but firm. “Mom, maybe it’s time we all sat down and talked about this. There’s more to family than blood.” His words hung in the air, an invitation to heal old wounds and perhaps forge a new understanding.

Vivien’s gaze softened as she looked at Caleb, and then at Luna cradled in my arms. She nodded, slowly, the fight leaving her eyes. It was a beginning, imperfect and tentative, but a beginning nonetheless.