(Rebecca's POV)
The photographer appears at noon.
School photographer. Hired for the event. She lines up the ribbon winners at a long table draped in blue cloth. Behind her, a younger woman — an assistant, maybe an intern — sits at a folding table with a laptop, tethered to the camera by a cable.
"First, second, third place — right here, please."
Jack stands in the middle. Second place. Red ribbon pinned to his shirt.
He looks at me.
He looks at Sean.
He reaches up.
Takes my hand. Takes Sean's hand. One in each.
Holds on.
His fingers are small and warm and certain. He doesn't ask. He just pulls.
The photographer raises her camera.
"Big smiles."
We smile.
Both of us. At the camera. At the lens.
Careful. Careful. Like holding something live in both hands.
Jack beams.
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