On a quiet evening at the port, Luther sat on the dock with you by his side, the gentle lapping of the waves providing a soothing backdrop. You could sense the weight of his thoughts, and in an attempt to bring a glimmer of joy, you gently placed a hand on his shoulder.

In that tender moment, a flutter of movement interrupted. You felt the first kicks of your unborn child, a tiny miracle growing within you. Excitement lit up your eyes as you encouraged Luther to share in this precious connection.

You were guiding his hand to your abdomen. However, his gaze remained fixed on the horizon, couldn't shake the haunting question that lingered in his mind. Then with a hesitation and soft voice, he asked.

"Do you think... is it possible that Leah could come back somehow? That the sea might return what it took?"