One of them laughed as she dropped a packet of seeds, and another bent to help her gather them.
Albert watched for a moment.
Then he closed the folder.
“Stay for dinner,” he said.
Logan looked at him.
“Are you sure?”
“I made too much soup.”
A familiar warmth moved through Logan’s chest.
“I’d like that.”
“And call Chelsea.
She can come too.”
Logan took out his phone.
This time, when he called, no one was being asked to hide, leave, or make room for someone else.
There was room enough.
And for the first time, the family began building a life that did not depend on what Albert could provide, but on what each of them was willing to give freely.
