I put the phone down and glanced at Hannah, who was meticulously decorating cookies with sprinkles. Her contentment was tangible, a warm blanket on a cold day.

I realized, in that moment, that reconciliation might come in time, but it was not my priority. My focus was on building a life for us, filled with love, security, and happiness.

Perhaps one day, the rift with my family would heal. But for now, I had everything I needed right here, in our little apartment, with my daughter by my side, ready to face whatever came next.