During breakfast, Kavya ran to Yash and said, “Papa, can you tie my hair? Mommy is busy.”
He put the watch on. Not as a replacement. As a bridge.
Yash walked in slowly, sat on the opposite edge of the bed. Not too close. “Do you want me to stay out tomorrow? Give you space?”
She turned to Yash. “I’m not removing him. I’m making room for you.”