Thomas watched from the doorway, the dim light of the room casting a warm glow over the scene unfolding before him. You sat on the floor, surrounded by toys and books, your laughter echoing off the walls as you played with Charlie. The young boy’s face lit up with joy, his previous reservations melting away in the comfort of your presence.

You had a way with him that Thomas couldn’t have imagined. Your gentle demeanor and infectious spirit drew Charlie in, and the bond forming between the two of you was undeniable. As you helped him piece together a jigsaw puzzle, your hair fell over your shoulders in soft waves, catching the light. The sight made Thomas’s heart feel a warmth it hadn’t experienced in a long time—a warmth he thought was lost forever after Grace.

“You’re almost there, Charlie! Just a few more pieces to go,” you encouraged, your voice melodic and filled with genuine enthusiasm.

Charlie beamed at your praise, his little fingers moving quickly as he placed another piece in its rightful spot. Thomas leaned against the doorframe, unable to take his eyes off you. You were so patient, so devoted in those moments, your laughter mingling with Charlie’s giggles, creating a symphony of innocence that filled the air.

He remembered the days when he was too consumed by grief to even think about joy, but now, seeing you with Charlie, it felt as if life was breathing back into him. You looked up, catching his gaze, and for a moment, the world around you faded away.