“I know,” Julian replied, looking up at her from the floor. “And I don’t want to buy anything. I just… I don’t want to lose another second. Please, Claire.”
The braver twin broke into a sudden, gap-toothed smile. It was the exact smile Julian used to win over skeptical boardrooms, shrunk down to a four-year-old’s face.
“So…” the boy said, “can you come back tomorrow, too?”
Julian let out a wet, choked laugh. A tear finally escaped, tracking down his rough jaw.
“I can come every single day,” Julian promised. “For the rest of my life.”
Claire looked down at her hands. For the first time in five years, the hard lines around her mouth softened, and a tiny, genuine smile touched her lips.
Julian stood up, clearing his throat, feeling lighter than he had in a decade.
“My mother is up in Room 312,” Julian said, shifting his tone to something gentle, almost reverent. “She’s recovering from surgery. She… she would give everything she has to meet them.”
Claire hesitated. The protective mother in her warred with the woman who knew how much Julian’s mother had loved her. Finally, she gave a slow nod.
“We take it step by step, Julian. Little by little.”
“Step by step is perfect,” he agreed.
They stood up from the table. This time, Julian didn’t block her path. He stepped aside, giving her the space to lead.
As they walked out of the cafeteria and headed toward the main elevators, the braver twin walked close to Julian. Without asking for permission, the little boy reached up and slipped his tiny, warm hand into Julian’s large, calloused one.
Julian froze mid-step. He looked down at the small fingers wrapped around his own.
He didn’t pull away. He closed his fingers gently around his son’s hand, holding it as if it were the most fragile, priceless asset he had ever acquired in his life.
The silver doors of the hospital elevator slid open. The four of them stepped inside.
As the doors slowly closed, shutting out the sterile hospital corridor, Julian looked at Claire. The past hadn’t been erased. The pain, the divorce, and the five lost years were still there.
But as the elevator began to rise, for the very first time in Julian Vance’s life, the future felt entirely, beautifully possible.
