As evening settled over the lake, Noah ran toward us, laughing.
Michael was talking with Dad.
Rebecca and Rachel sat quietly on the porch.
Daniel carried leftover wedding cake into the house.
For the first time in years, the people I loved were together without hiding from one another.
Later, Lily and I sat beside the water.
“Can I ask you something?” I said.
“Of course.”
“After everything Jason did, how did you find the strength to start over?”
She considered the question.
“Because when I woke up and learned Noah had survived, I realized I still had something Jason could never take.”
“What?”
“A future.”
I looked toward the glowing windows of the lake house.
Then I smiled.
“And why did you name him Noah?”
Her expression softened.
“Because his name means rest and comfort. After everything our family endured, I thought we deserved a little peace.” PlanFamily Trips
