The rest of our trip passed in a similar fashion—Isaac fussing over me, preparing meals that hit all of my macros regardless of what I really craved, and not letting me lift a finger. It was sweet and a little frustrating, but mostly sweet. Isaac wasn’t normally like this; it seemed that seeing our pup’s ultrasound had shifted something in him, and I didn’t have the heart to tell him that it was quickly becoming a little suffocating.
On our final day in Silvermist, Benjamin and his family came to see us off. We gathered in the field where the plane was waiting. I didn’t want to admit that I was sad to go, but I knew everyone could see the tears shimmering in my eyes anyway.
“You’ve done more for Silvermist in a week than I could have hoped for,” Benjamin said, clasping my hands in
