Weeks later, the bunnies were ready.
Clean. Repaired. Imperfect—but whole.
Noah asked Rebecca to go with him to the hospital.
She said yes.
He handed them out himself.
To children fighting battles far too big for them.
They held those little bunnies like they mattered.
Because they did.
On the way home, Noah rested his head against the window and said quietly:
“Mom would’ve liked that.”
Rebecca didn’t speak.
She just nodded… gripping the steering wheel a little tighter.
And for the first time since she entered our lives…
I believed she was finally learning what it means
to stay.
