Ivy
The sun filters through the trees, casting dappled light across the mulch and over the picnic tables on the far side. Noah’s laughter rings out as he scrambles up the jungle gym stairs as fast as he can, his little feet thudding against the steps.
“Noah, slow down. You are going to fall,” I call. My fingers tighten around the coffee cup in my lap as I watch him make the final climb up to the top of the jungle gym before sliding down the curvy slide.
“I swear I don't know where he gets all that energy from. Is that some kind of wolf thing?” Sara asks next to me on the park bench. She stretches her legs out in front of her, one arm draped over the back of the bench as she watches Noah with a soft smile.
A laugh bubbled up from my throat instantly as she side-eyed me. “No, I think it
