“Okay.”
His voice was soft.
“I’ll show you.”
Part 8 — What Showing Up Looked Like
Three months later, Julian stood beside my car fighting with Ivy’s car-seat straps.
“You know,” I said from the driveway, “you’re allowed to ask me for help.”
“I almost have it.”
“You said that three minutes ago.”
“One more second.”
The buckle finally clicked.
Julian tugged it twice.
Then once more.
“Got it.”
I folded my arms.
“Very impressive.”
