The cabin felt alive tonight, filled with warmth, laughter, and the faint, comforting aroma of Anna's cooking.
As Luke, Theo, and I helped set the table for dinner, I couldn’t help but marvel at how quickly Theo had won my heart. That kid was something else—sharp, funny, and endlessly curious.
Watching him now, darting between me and Luke with the kind of energy only a child could muster after a day of sledding, my chest tightened.
It was obvious how much he adored his mom and looked up to Luke. But it was also glaringly clear that his father wasn’t much of a presence in his life.
The way Theo had hesitated before picking up the phone earlier, the slight uncertainty in his voice—it broke my heart.
What sort of i***t walks away from a kid like Theo? Or from Anna, for that matter?
