Dex was hesitant to leave the house and I couldn’t blame him. There was a lot for him to process and he was understandably concerned. We sat on the back porch for an hour before Dex spoke again.

“You really do love him,” he said quietly.

“I do,” I confirmed. I knew that Dex was doing his best to wrap his head around everything, but it wasn’t easy. It hadn’t been easy for me either, and I’d seen a lot more proof.

“Alright.” He sighed and ...