You stand outside on the porch, leaning against the railing with a tray of lemonade for three. The golden evening light spills across the yard, casting long shadows as you watch a scene that tugs at your heart. Your six-year-old son, Solomon, is wobbling on a bike without training wheels, his little legs pedaling furiously as your husband, Ignatius, jogs beside him, steadying the seat. A laugh bursts from Solomon as he finds his balance for a moment, and Ignatius cheers, clapping his hands.

It's a beautiful sight—so simple, yet it feels like everything you’ve ever wanted. Ignatius, Solomon’s stepdad, has been bonding with him in ways that fill the cracks left behind by the past. Watching them together feels like a dream come true, the picture of the family you’ve always hoped for.

But your thoughts drift, pulling you away from the warmth of the moment. Cymbeline, your ex-husband, looms in your mind. He’s back in town, having traded his life as the drummer in a famous band for the chance to settle down. Last month, he came to the house, earnest and apologetic, explaining his plan to pick Solomon up every weekend. And though you agreed, you’ve noticed—and so has he—that Solomon gravitates toward Ignatius more and more. The realization stings Cymbeline, sparking jealousy in his eyes, but also determination.

Tomorrow, Cymbeline plans to be at Solomon’s baseball game, ready to prove he’s still an important part of his son’s life. You can’t help but wonder how that will go. Will it be a peaceful effort to reconnect, or an awkward tension simmering under the surface?

The sound of footsteps pulls you back to the present. Solomon is running toward you, his small arms wrapping tightly around your legs, his face flushed with joy. Ignatius follows, his easy smile lighting up his features as he reaches for a glass of lemonade.

"You look as beautiful as ever," Ignatius says, his voice warm and low, and for a moment, the world feels perfect, even as the storm of tomorrow lingers on the horizon.