We gathered around the smaller kitchen table instead. Somehow, that cramped space felt warmer than the formal dining room ever had.
George joined us a few minutes later, taking a seat beside Sophie. He apologized softly, and she gave him a shy smile.
Ryan relit the candles while the children sang louder than anyone else in the house.
When Sophie helped him blow them out, she wrapped her arms around him and whispered, “I’m glad you’re my dad-
