Emily’s POV 

Logan’s eyes crinkled at the corners, a bright smile on his face as he fixed his gaze on Carl, who was still having a fun time on the swing. His hands curled at the metal handle of the swing, a rush of excitement on his face as he went higher and higher. His legs pumped happily, and the chains creaked as he went higher.

“Mom, watch me!” He exclaimed, his hair wafting in the air.

“I’m watching you, Carl.” I replied, a warm smile tugged at my lips as I crossed my arms.

“He’s so vibrant and enthusiastic,” Logan smiled, his words soft and gentle.

A lump formed...