Before I can stop myself, I wrap my arms around his waist, squeezing him tight. Despite our rocky start, this gesture feels right—like forgiveness and hope blended into one.

“I hope you both make this your forever home,” Mason whispers, voice low and sincere. “I’m glad my son finally found you. I know I wasn’t always welcoming, but I truly am happy you’re here.”

I smile back at him, a tear escaping down my cheek. He brushes it away gently and ...