Joshua returned fifteen minutes later for Iñaki and me.
"Everything okay?" I asked as we stepped out of the elevator toward my car.
"Everything’s perfect." He took my hand and kissed the back of it. "You can relax. He won’t bother you again, and no, no one noticed the 'friendly' conversation I had with the 'doctor.'"
I wasn’t sure what had happened, but seeing him so calm meant things had gone well, though I doubted the conversation was as friendly as he claimed.
That night, Joshua took us to dinner before heading home. We were going out like the family we were trying to become, and that filled me with joy.
They say broken dreams should be abandoned, but for me, healing a broken dream meant making it come true. And there I was, with my son and the man I loved madly, enjoying a simple
