Maxwell’s POVIvan giggled while he ate his cereal. Actually giggled. Something he hadn’t done in months, not since the court-mandated visit to Regina.I watched him from across the kitchen table, noting how his shoulders had lost that tense set they’d carried. His sleep had improved too. No more nightmares about the “sad lady” who made him cry.“Daddy, can Aunt Maude come to the park with us today?” Ivan asked, spooning cheerios into his mouth.Aunt Maude. The title had emerged naturally over the past few weeks, and Maude had accepted it with tears in her eyes. She’d become the mother figure Ivan had never really had, patient and loving in ways that made my chest ache.“Of course she can come. But first, finish your breakfast.”“I am finishing. See?” Ivan tilted his bowl to show me the milk at the bottom. “All gone.”“Very impressive.”Maude appeared in the kitchen doorway, already dressed in her simple cardigan and comfortable shoes. Her gray hair was pulled back neatly, and she car
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