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stopped when she recognized the picture. It was of her, propped up in a hospital bed, exhausted from forty-one hours of labor and cradling their precious son in her arms.
    He did not remember that day, she realized, or how happy they were and how proud he was. She closed the dishwasher quietly, feeling reality settle into the damaged places in her heart.
    When he looked away, she saw his eyes were silvered with tears. Tears that did not fall as he blinked them away and straightened his shoulders. Strong—that was her Jonas, always strong.
    “I’ll help you to remember,” she promised him with all the strength and faith in her soul. “It’s going to be all right.”
    In the corner, untouched by the sunlight that tumbled through the big picture window, Jonas nodded. He didn’t look as if he believed her. Not one bit.
    There was a knock at the front door—the quick tap-tap of her mom’s signature knock. Already her key was in the lock and the doorknob was turning. The security system chimed as the front door swung open. Danielle straightened, turned off the faucet and reached for the dish towel to dry her hands.
    “Knock, knock. Hello!” Dorrie’s smile was bright, as always. She was a wonder and an incredible mother.
    Danielle knew she paled by comparison. “Come on in. I just washed out the coffeepot. I can make fresh.”
    “I had my morning quota, my dear. Jonas, it’s great to see you home—” Her pleasant voice was drowned out by Madison shouting from the living room.
    “Grammy! Grammy! Grammy!” Bare feet padded on the carpet and then on the linoleum as the little girl—today a mermaid—burst into sight, flinging her arms wide and wrapping them tightly around her grandmother’s knees.
    “Hi, honey. Are you going to let Grammy take you to your swimming lessons?”
    “Yip. I kin blow bubbles and kick!” Soft brown curls tumbled over her shoulders as she leaned her head back to grin up at her grandmother.
    “I can’t wait to see. Do you have your bag all packed?”
    Danielle chimed in. “I got it half-finished. It’s on the foot of her bed, I just have to grab a towel.”
    “I’ll do that. No worries. What time is Jonas’s appointment?”
    “Nine-thirty.” Danielle glanced at the clock on the stove. “We should leave in a few minutes.”
    “I’ll finish up here, too. That’s why I’m here, to help out. I’ll have lunch all ready when you get back. Jonas, I hope you still like tuna casserole.”
    “Y-yes.” Jonas was struggling with his walker to get around the table. His left leg was very stiff.
    She resisted the need to run to his side. For him it was a matter of pride.
    He ambled toward her, but his gaze was on their little daughter, in her mermaid shirt and matching pants, her soft curls and sweetness.
    “Madison,” he said. “I like to swim, too.”
    The little girl’s eyes widened, and she sidled around to hide behind her grandmother. She stared at Jonas and didn’t say anything at all.
    Danielle couldn’t breathe for the pain in her heart. Madison had Jonas wrapped around her little finger since the moment she’d come into the world.
    Jonas shuffled forward, but it was the sadness in his eyes that both kept her silent and that gave her hope as he eased alongside his walker. He had one hand on the edge of the counter and the other on the walker’s grip.
    “You don’t like this?” he asked the toddler, nodding at the metal appliance.
    From behind her grandmother’s knee, Madison shook her head again, scattering her soft curls. “No!”
    “Me, either.” He took a shaky step away, unsteady as he shuffled forward without much support.
    She was across the kitchen, holding her husband’s elbow without thought, but he didn’t lean on her. No, no matter how much support Jonas needed, he would not do that. He did allow her to keep him steady at this crucial moment as he went a few uncertain inches forward.
    Their little girl took a cautious step out from behind her