Enough Is Enough Book Novels & Stories

That was more than enough. The End

She also thought my skills were superficial. She started getting some ideas when she saw that I was living comfortably while her son was sitting in a wheelchair. I nodded politely. "It's been good." Lena smiled at my words. On the other hand, Wayne looked ashamed. He gripped the blanket that was wrapped around him tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands popped. "Georgina, this is the karma for my actions. I won't be able to have a child of my own anymore." I blinked a couple of times when I heard that. "You had a child once."

"I miss having twenty types of cereal. But I don't miss the loneliness of the choice. I’d rather have this one loaf of bread shared with all of you than twenty boxes eaten alone in my kitchen." There was a murmur of agreement. Sophia watched the faces of the listeners. There was a deep, quiet sadness there, but it was anchored by a profound gratitude. They were mourning the old world, but they were no longer haunted by it. "We are building a world of 'enough,'" Sophia said, stepping into the conversation. "And 'enough' is a difficult thing to define because it’s not a number. It’s a feeling. It’s the feeling that you can stop running. It’s the feeling that if you fall, the ground—and the peo

The same core I had believed on the phone on Monday morning. "I know that too," I said. She looked at me. "Is that enough?" she said. I sat with the question. Enough was a specific word. It implied a threshold. A line between the side where things were insufficient and the side where they were adequate. I had been thinking about enough since Monday. About what it meant and what it required and whether I was capable of it yet or whether capable was something that needed more time than five days. "Not yet," I said. "But it's a start."

"A little. But you're better now." Riley was better. Not perfect, never perfect. But better. And that was enough. She'd learned over the years that enough was actually quite a lot. Enough was contentment. Enough was presence. Enough was this life she'd built with Samuel, imperfect and chaotic and absolutely hers. She wouldn't trade it for anything. Not for anything in the world. This was enough. More than enough. This was everything.

He did enough. She cleaned up and returned to her bed. She had a new book, one Keegan had found when he went to get the suitcase with treats. That was one secret he refused to share with her but she didn’t mind. He could have his secrets. She didn’t want to know everything, just enough to feel safe and secure. It was a book called Heidi and she felt it was more of a children’s book than one for adults but it was still enjoyable. She had three more to read when she finished it and she had to admit that life was good, for the time being. She was warm and fed. She had a book and treats to eat while reading it. She could do with a cup for coffee but boiled water was a scarcity. She couldn’t find

I stopped, exhaling softly. He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. “How are you feeling?” I met his gaze, and the silence between us grew heavier. “I don’t want to feel like this anymore,” I confessed. “Like what?” he asked quietly. “Like I’m not enough,” I said, my voice breaking. Cullen rose slowly, stepping closer. He didn’t touch me at first, just stood in front of me, his piercing gaze locked on mine. “You are enough,” he said softly, his voice deep.

That was enough. Right now that was enough.

I didn’t want them to see me like this. A wreck. Weak. Nothing. A shell of an empty person. “I am enough”. I kept repeating in a whisper. “I am enough.”

Because right now… Enough was exactly what I needed.