OUR UNEXPECTED UNIVERSE
On the very next line beneath Portia's elegant script, she wrote in her own gentle, flowing handwriting: No matter how big the storm, we never let go.
Portia looked down at the words, her eyes glistening. Under the canopy of the glass greenhouse, surrounded by the warmth of thousands of fairy lights, the future no longer felt like a terrifying battlefield—it felt like a beautiful promise they were already living.