Chapter 10: Steps Forward
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Ethan’s POV
Walking out of the coffee shop, I exhaled a breath I didn’t know I was holding. The conversation had gone better than I expected, but Evelyn’s guarded expression was a stark reminder of the damage I’d caused.
The snow crunched beneath my boots as I made my way down the street, the quiet hum of the small town contrasting sharply with the noise in my head. I couldn’t help but picture Lily’s face again—her smile, so much like Evelyn’s, and her infectious energy.
Lily. My daughter.
I hadn’t been ready to face that word when I first left. Now, it consumed me. I wanted to know everything about her—her favorite books, her quirks, her dreams. But Evelyn’s hesitation was clear. I’d have to earn my place, step by cautious step.
Pulling out my phone, I dialed Ryan’s number.
“Ethan,” he greeted, his tone skeptical. “You actually called back. That’s a first.”
I ignored his jab. “I need your help.”
“With Evelyn?” he asked knowingly.
“And Lily,” I added.
Ryan sighed. “You’ve got your work cut out for you, man. Evelyn doesn’t trust easily, and for good reason.”
“I know that,” I replied firmly. “But I’m not going to let her carry this burden alone anymore. I want to make things right.”
“You mean you want to be a father,” Ryan said, his voice softer now.
“Yes,” I said without hesitation. “And more, if Evelyn will let me. But for now, I’ll settle for being there for Lily.”
Ryan paused, then said, “Alright. If you’re serious about this, I’ll do what I can. But don’t screw this up, Ethan. They deserve better than that.”
“I won’t,” I promised.
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Evelyn’s POV
The house was unusually quiet when I got home. Mom and Lily were in the kitchen, laughter spilling out as they worked on their cookie masterpiece. I stood in the doorway for a moment, watching them, my heart tugging in two directions.
Lily deserved a chance to know her father, but was I strong enough to let that happen?
“Mommy!” Lily called, spotting me. She raced over, her flour-dusted hands leaving little smudges on my sweater as she hugged me tightly.
“Hey, sweetheart,” I said, ruffling her hair.
“Look what we made!” She dragged me over to the counter, where a tray of slightly misshapen but colorful cookies sat cooling.
“They look amazing,” I said, smiling.
“Grandma says we can take some to Mr. Ryan tomorrow!”
I paused, surprised. “Ryan?”
“Uh-huh! He’s our neighbor now, remember? He said he’d teach me how to throw a snowball properly,” she said, her excitement lighting up her face.
I chuckled. “Sounds like Ryan.”
Mom gave me a knowing look but said nothing. As Lily babbled on about her day, I couldn’t help but think of Ethan’s expression at the coffee shop. He was trying, and as much as I hated to admit it, that effort mattered.
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Later that night, as Lily slept, I found myself staring out the window at the falling snow.
Could I let Ethan back in?
I thought about the man I’d seen today—vulnerable, regretful, determined. He wasn’t the same person who had walked away years ago.
But I wasn’t the same woman, either.
The next step wasn’t clear, but for Lily’s sake, I’d take it. One step at a time.
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