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36. After the Fog Lifted

Author: Ahsa
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-11-04 14:14:43

They sat on the wooden bench out on the porch, gazing at the valley veiled in a thin mist. The mountain air carried the scent of pine and damp earth, soothing their strained thoughts. James looked at Emma beside him — the once fragile woman now appeared stronger, more mature, shaped by all the pain she had survived.

“Emma,” he called softly.

She turned to him, her eyes still wet but her lips curved into a faint smile.

“You were incredible back there,” James said. “I’ve never seen you that strong before. You stood up to the man who once broke you… and you won.”

Emma exhaled slowly, her gaze fixed on the valley ahead. “I don’t feel like I won, James. I just… feel tired of running.”

She paused, lowering her head. “There was a time when thinking about Harry only brought pain and regret. But today… when I saw him, all I felt was pity. Maybe… that means I’m finally done.”

James smiled faintly. “That means you’re free.”

Emma looked at him, a soft gleam in her eyes that words couldn’t describ
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