“I should’ve said it earlier—” “Nah, man, you just had a baby. You only needed to think about her and Jane.” I know what he’s about to say. The gratitude is penned in the shiny browns of his eyes. Still, Thatcher produces the words, “Thank you, Donnelly.” I lift my shoulders. “Happy to be there.” I mean it. Being able to witness a new life coming into the world has reminded me why I love existing.
