Sally's POV
The handmade card appears tiny in Karl's massive hands, yet he cradles it as though it were made of the most delicate crystal. His tender grip makes my heart clench painfully. Our entire universe exists within the embrace of a six-year-old boy who remains blissfully unaware of the tremendous influence he wields over both our souls.
Karl carefully slides the card into his pocket alongside the birth certificate I placed there earlier. Warren's delighted shrieks fill the cabin as Karl lifts him high into the air. I observe how Karl nestles his face against our son's soft hair, how his entire frame melts when Warren wraps his small arms tighter around his neck. My throat constricts with emotion because I have yearned for this sight for countless nights. Watching Warren receive the unconditional love he has always deserved, and seeing Karl transform from the young man who abandoned me into the father he was always meant to be.
