The Home We Built

“But really, how’s D doing?”Jon’s fingers tightened slightly around the mug. He glanced toward the hallway, just visible past the edge of the kitchen, where a soft light spilled out from beneath the bathroom door. Every few minutes, he could hear the faint slosh of water. The occasional pause. A breath drawn in deep. Then out again. Rinse and repeat.“He’s good,” Jon said into the phone, voice low. “He’s really good.”OR: In the privacy of their own home, Jon and Damian’s family quietly grows from two to three.