He tried again.

This time, the buckle clicked into place.

He looked up at me.

“Six?”

“Six. And if anything changes, you call. You don’t decide for both of us.”

“I know.”

I handed him the diaper bag.

There were no secrets left.

Caleb had moved out of William’s house.

The trust was finally his.

But decisions involving Nora belonged to both of us.

Later, I finally read the letters my mother had written to Grandpa.

“I thought keeping that family away was protecting you,” he admitted, wiping his eyes. “I never gave Caleb a chance to prove he wasn’t his father.”