Chapter 9 - THE FIRST STEP
In the spring, when the snow finally melted and the green grass began to poke through, Noah took his first real interest in the world around him. He grabbed Ethan’s finger, his grip surprisingly strong.
Ethan had been reading a book on child development, his suit jacket long discarded, his tie a distant memory. He looked at Claire, his face tired but peaceful.
“I think he knows,” Ethan said.
“Knows what?”
“That I’m not leaving.”
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Claire walked over, sitting on the rug beside them. She didn't hold Ethan’s hand, but she didn't pull away either. “You’re still a long way from home, Ethan.”
“I know,” he said. “But I’m closer than I was at Christmas.”
