Months later, our home was noisy, chaotic, and wonderfully alive once again. Emily visited us frequently for the weekend, filling our rooms with laughter.
Ben sat across the kitchen table, offering a gentle smile. “I’ve been offered a new position.”
“Where?”
“Back at the hospital as the newly appointed Director of the Patient Advocacy and Assistance Program.” He squeezed my hand tightly. “And I want to build it differently this time. Transparently. From the ground up. With your help.”
I smiled warmly, slipping my fingers into his. “Always, Ben. Always.”
