AVAThe fifth month in the Okutama valley arrived with a shift in the wind.The biting winter air had softened into a cool, damp spring, turning the surrounding forest into a lush, emerald cage.In the geography of our isolation, the world outside—the boardrooms, the Vances, the headlines—had become a flickering shadow.The only thing that felt solid was the cedar under my feet and the man who was slowly reclaiming his place in the world of the living.Our romance didn't happen in a single, cinematic moment. It was a mosaic of small, quiet scenes that played out in the space between physical therapy sessions and the long, silent watches of the night.It was a slow burn, the kind that doesn't just flicker but glows white-hot at the core.On a Tuesday, when the clouds opened up and drowned the valley in a relentless downpour.Sato had gone to the upper village to trade for supplies, leaving Nathan and me alone in the cabin.The power was out, the solar batteries humming low in the corne
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