Mia smiled. “Dad, you’re the best.”
The tension in the room finally lifted.
“We were scared,” Dina admitted. “We didn’t want anything to change.”
But nothing had. If anything, everything felt more complete.
We moved into the living room after dinner. The atmosphere felt lighter.
Mia sat beside me and rested her head on my shoulder, just like she used to.
“You ever wonder what would’ve happened if Mom told you back then?” she asked.
