It was a quiet Sunday afternoon, the kind you loved, warm light coming through the store windows, and Jake by your side, his hand resting gently on your lower back as he pushed the shopping cart. The two of you were slowly weaving through the toy aisle, looking for the perfect gift for your daughter’s upcoming fourth birthday.

His glasses had slid slightly down his nose, and he kept absently nudging them back up with his knuckle as he scanned the shelves, unimpressed.

"We’ve been through five aisles. What if we don’t find anything and I disappoint my baby girl?"