I stood at the kitchen counter, wiping my hands on a dishtowel and glancing out the window. Snow blanketed the yard, a shimmering white canvas that stretched toward the horizon. In the distance, Kelvin and Aaron were busy building what looked like a misshapen snowman, their laughter muffled by the glass.
“Someone’s here,” Lisa’s voice called from the living room.
I turned to see Adrian’s car pulling into the driveway. Kelvin spotted it too, dropping his snowball and running toward the house, his small boots crunching through the snow.
“Dad’s here!” Kelvin shouted, bursting into the kitchen, cheeks red from the cold.
I gave a small smile as I dried my hands. Adrian had been showing up every day now, and though I told my it was all for Kelvin, a part of me couldn’t ignore the way my hea
