Morning reflections
The following morning, I noticed my husband moving through the kitchen with a thoughtful heaviness, his attention fixed on the view outside as he cradled his coffee. He sipped slowly, as though each swallow gave him more time to sort through lingering thoughts from the night before. I gently asked what was on his mind, half-expecting him to deflect. Instead, he turned to me with a soft smile and admitted that the evening had been genuinely nice. His simple honesty carried weight, quietly filling me with renewed hope for what lay ahead.
Morning Reflections
Contemplative glances
Throughout the morning, he appeared unusually reflective, casting gentle, lingering looks toward my stepdaughter that felt different from before. There was a warmth in his expression, a tenderness that suggested his defenses had softened. At breakfast, she caught one of those glances and paused mid-bite, the moment stretching in silence between them. No words were exchanged, yet something meaningful passed through that quiet pause. Watching them, I sensed an unspoken acknowledgment that healing would take time, but that we were finally moving in the right direction.
Contemplative Glances
