Chapter Twelve: The Life I Watched From Across the Street
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I saw Gavin’s family by accident.
At least, that was what I told myself afterward.
I had finished class early and stopped at a small market near campus for coffee. The afternoon was warm, and the tables outside were crowded with students, mothers pushing strollers, and people pretending not to check their phones every thirty seconds.
I was waiting for my drink when I heard a child laugh.
Not just any laugh.
Gavin’s laugh.
Higher. Younger.
I turned toward the sound.
He was across the street.
For a second, I saw only him. Jeans, gray T-shirt, sunglasses pushed onto his head. He stood beside a parked SUV with one hand holding the door open.
Then Sophie jumped out.
I recognized her immediately from the photograph.
Her dark hair was tied into two uneven braids, and she wore a pink dance leotard beneath an oversized jacket. She ran around the front of the car, waving something above her head.
Gavin caught her around the waist and lifted her off the ground.
She squealed.
My coffee was placed on the counter in front of me, but I didn’t reach for it.
Eli climbed out next. He carried a baseball glove and looked annoyed about something. Gavin lowered Sophie and crouched in front of him.
I couldn’t hear what they said.
Eli looked away.
Gavin said something else, then held out his fist.
After a moment, Eli bumped it with his own.
The tension disappeared.
It was such a small exchange.
Nothing dramatic.
But it made something ache inside me.
This wasn’t the version of Gavin who met me in motels or left flowers outside my apartment. He wasn’t promising a future or explaining why he needed more time.
He was simply a father.
A good one.
Sophie took his hand.
Eli walked beside him.
They started toward the café.
My pulse jumped.
I stepped away from the counter and moved behind a display of packaged pastries before I could think about what I was doing.
Hiding.
Again.
Through the window, I watched them cross the street.
Gavin opened the café door, and Sophie rushed inside.
“Hot chocolate!” she announced to everyone.
The woman behind the register laughed.
Gavin followed, then Eli.
He didn’t see me.
I stood frozen beside a shelf of muffins while they approached the counter.
“Small hot chocolate,” Gavin said. “Not large.”
“I’m six.”
“You’re five.”
“Almost six.”
“In seven months.”
“That’s almost.”
Eli rolled his eyes.
Gavin looked at him. “You were exactly the same at her age.”
“I was not.”
“You once cried because I wouldn’t let you eat ketchup for breakfast.”
“It was with eggs.”
“That doesn’t help your case.”
I covered my mouth before a laugh escaped.
The sound must have been louder than I thought.
Gavin turned.
His eyes found mine.
Everything in his face stopped.
For one terrible moment, I thought he would pretend not to know me.
Instead, he glanced toward the children and then walked over.
“What are you doing here?” he asked quietly.
“Buying coffee.”
“You didn’t tell me you’d be in this area.”
“I didn’t know I had to.”
“You don’t.”
His eyes moved toward Sophie.
She was spinning in a slow circle while waiting for her drink. Eli was looking at something on Gavin’s phone.
“I wasn’t following you,” I said.
“I know.”
“You look like you think I was.”
“I’m surprised.”
“That makes two of us.”
He rubbed the back of his neck.
I expected him to ask me to leave.
The thought hurt before he even spoke.
“Stay here for a minute.”
“Why?”
“I need to think.”
“About whether you can acknowledge me?”
His expression tightened.
“Harper.”
“I’m not going to introduce myself.”
“I didn’t say you were.”
“I know they can’t meet me yet.”
He studied my face.
“I’m trying not to hurt them.”
“I know.”
And I did.
That was the worst part.
Sophie called his name.
Gavin glanced over his shoulder.
“I have to go.”
“Then go.”
He hesitated.
“I’ll call you tonight.”
I nodded.
He started to turn away.
“Gavin.”
He looked back.
“She looks like you.”
His expression softened.
“Everyone says that.”
“Eli too.”
“No. Eli looks like Natalie.”
I didn’t know what to say to that.
He gave me a faint smile and returned to his children.
I stayed behind the display until they found a table near the window.
Sophie drank her hot chocolate with both hands. Eli showed Gavin something in his baseball glove. Gavin listened as though nothing else in the world mattered.
I should have left.
Instead, I sat at a table in the far corner where they couldn’t see me.
I watched the family I was asking him to leave.
Not the children.
He had promised he would never leave them.
But the shape of their life.
The café after dance class. Baseball practice. Arguments about ketchup and birthdays.
Things that looked small from the outside but were probably what made a family real.
For years, I had imagined family as something permanent and uncomplicated. People who chose one another and kept choosing, no matter what happened.
But Gavin had chosen them once.
He had chosen Natalie.
He had stood before other people and promised her forever.
And now he was promising me the same thing.
Sophie climbed onto his lap.
Gavin kissed the top of her head.
I looked away.
My phone vibrated.
A message from him.
**I wish things were different.**
I read it twice.
Then another message appeared.
**Someday you won’t have to hide.**
I wanted to believe him.
So I replied with the answer he needed.
**I understand.**
A few minutes later, Gavin left with the children.
He never looked toward my table.
I waited until their SUV disappeared before stepping outside.
The coffee in my hand had gone cold.
That night, Gavin came to my apartment after the children were asleep.
He held me longer than usual.
Neither of us mentioned the café.
Neither of us talked about Natalie.
He lay beside me with his hand spread across my stomach and described the yellow curtains we would buy for the kitchen.
I listened in the dark.
For once, I didn’t need another promise.
I only needed to forget the way Sophie had fit inside his arms—
as though that was where she had always belonged.
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