She handed it to Noah.
“Can we start over?” she asked softly.
Noah looked at her for a long time.
Then he took the box.
And hugged her.
Weeks later, the bunnies were ready.
Clean. Repaired. Imperfect—but whole.
Noah asked Rebecca to go with him to the hospital.
She said yes.
He handed them out himself.
To children fighting battles far too big for them.
They held those little bunnies like they mattered.
Because they did.
