Unspoken Truths

We left the boys dozing in the backseat, a tacit agreement hanging between us as we hauled the groceries inside. The kitchen, once sterile, quickly transformed into a sanctuary of warmth. Garlic hit the hot oil, its sharp, savory scent masking the damp, lingering chill of the evening.

"I wish we could freeze time right here," I said, catching Beckett’s eye over a ladle of simmering marinara. "Jus