The decision, when it finally came, arrived with less drama than either of them had expected, settling into place over the course of an ordinary weekend rather than any single dramatic conversation — the natural conclusion of months spent working through fear, uncertainty, and finally, cautious hope.

“Adoption,” Lucien said, one Sunday morning, watching Ezra work in the garden that had become, over the years, considerably more successful than either of them had initially believed possible. “I think that’s the answer we’ve been circling toward for months without quite naming it directly.”

Ezra looked up, dirt-streaked and thoughtful. “I think you’re right. Dr. Osei’s research gives us more certainty there...