Reunited

Andrew Pov

A few days had passed since Ava confronted Derek about Tristan, and the tension that had hung over us had transformed into a fragile optimism. The doctor had just confirmed that Derek was a match for Tristan’s bone marrow transplant, and while there was still a long road ahead, it felt like we were finally moving in the right direction.

I sat at the kitchen island, absently stirring my coffee as I glanced at Ava. She was scrolling through her phone, likely looking for updates or appointments for the transplant. The morning light streamed through the window, casting a warm glow around her, but I could see the lines of worry etched on her face.

“Any word from the hospital?” I asked, trying to keep my voice light.

Ava looked up, her eyes brightening. “Yes! They want to schedule the procedure for next week. I just need to confirm with Derek that he’s ready.”

“Great. And Tristan?” I leaned forward, eager to hear how our son was handling the news.

“He’s excited,” she replied, a s