The grass felt soft beneath the blanket. Green. Alive. Real.

Emma sat there. Surrounded by her children. By Robert. By Alex. By safety.

The sun warmed her skin. Gentle. Comfortable. Not burning. Just present. Beautiful.

Yara laughed. High pitched. Pure. Running after Sophia. Both girls playing tag. Both girls being children. Both girls being free.

Liam threw the frisbee. Hard. Fast. Alex caught it. Both boys grinning. Competitive ...