The river path stretched ahead in a gentle curve, the city lights shimmering across the water like scattered stars. A few late-night joggers passed by, earbuds in, oblivious to the quiet miracle happening beside you. The air smelled faintly of water and the last traces of summer.

His voice was soft, almost swallowed by the sound of the river, but it carried easily in the small space between you. He kept his steps measured, matching your pace without even seeming to think about it.