“It’s live,” Dave said. “The article. It went up four minutes ago.”
Cloe was still in bed, wrapped in Mac’s arm, the morning light coming soft through the curtains, and for one full second she let herself forget that anything outside this room existed. Then she remembered, and sat up, and Mac sat up beside her, and Dave was standing in the doorway holding his tablet with the careful seriousness of someone delivering important news at the correct volume for the hour.
“Read it to us,” Mac said.
Dave read.
The headline was exactly what Leo had promised. The Family That Found Itself. Below it, the photograph, Dave and Sophia and Jonah and Lily crowded around the kitchen table, laughing at something none of them remembered. The article itself was warm, careful, written by two journalists wh
