Part 29: The Quiet Love
Part 29: The Quiet Love
That night, Caleb and I sat on our porch.
The stars were bright.
The air was completely still.
He poured two glasses of wine.
He handed me one.
Our fingers brushed.
There was no sweeping cinematic music playing in the background.
There were no dramatic speeches about destiny.
There was just the quiet, undeniable proof that we had made it.
“You did it, Mara,” Caleb whispered.
I leaned my head against his shoulder.
“We did it.”
I closed my eyes.
The tension that had lived in my spine for five years finally released.
I was finally just a wife.
May you like
Just a mother.
Just Mara.
