Rebecca led Madeline to the garden swing, her voice soft but firm. "Even if you're divorced, you'll always be my daughter. That will never change because of that boy."

Madeline curved her lips into a faint smile. "Of course, Mom. You and Dad will always be the closest family I’ll ever have."

Rebecca’s tears finally receded, her face breaking into a fragile smile.

She gestured with her hands, illustrating a tiny span, and began recounting the first ...