was afraid I might disappear. Between us now was more than just forgiveness—there was a future. Fragile. Uncertain. But real.
“We’ll figure it out,” I whispered.
Jake pulled back just enough to rest his hand on my stomach, tentative, reverent. For the first time in years, I saw something new in his eyes.
Hope.
And this time, I let myself believe in it too.
Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered. Any resemblance is coincidental. The author and
