Sonia's face lights up like the sun. She didn't think she'd be so glad to hear the answer, but she finds herself blinking back tears. ​The image flashes briefly in her mind -- a much younger Miles and a boy whose face she does not know, playing outside in the trees she's called home for years now, over the rolling hills beyond. Her hands twist a fistful of her skirt.

"Is he a good man?"

She finds herself wanting to know. Not everything -- not things that could be changed, things she could change, nothing so specific -- but this she could stand to know. She could dream about this instead of dreading it.