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“Means lioness. Fierce and graceful.” Charlotte raised an eyebrow. “Very bold.” “I like Aria,” Utter said. “It’s simple, elegant.” Charlotte turned to Harry. “You’ve been quiet.” He looked down at the baby, who was now fast asleep in her aunt’s arms. “I think... Hope,” he said. “Because that’s what she gave us back. After everything... Mom, the loss, the heartbreak. She’s the beginning of something new.” Silence followed. Charlotte’s lips trembled, and she swallowed the lump in her throat. “Hope,” she whispered.

Hunter had actually slipped in a CD and the humm of the intro had began playing. __🎶Firstly I gotta say the truth Everything seems impossible Yes it is actually impossible But I hope to be happy that's true🎶__ The song was highly unfamiliar, I couldn't even pin the voice to someone. So I was gullibly listening to whatever mantra the lady behind the scene was chanting. __🎶Secondly I cannot believe in you You've hurt me not one not two I'm still gonna play it like its cool But I hope to be happy that's true🎶__

Not weakness. Hope.

I glanced at my wrist watch and my head throbbed. One minute. "You know my mum used to call me Hope. That's my second name. When she died, no one ever called me that again. But yeah, hope is what the future will be through God's eyes. I need a favor from you, Paige." "What?" "Some men will come see you now. They want to take your case to court. Please don't tell me you plead guilty. Don't sign those papers. You might have made a mistake once, but God never really leaves his people. There's Hope, Paige. Allow some investigations..."

John came up behind me and wrapped his arms around both of us, resting his chin on my shoulder. “She is perfect,” he whispered. “Just like her mother.” I leaned back against him, smiling. “We need to name her. I have been thinking about it a lot. What do you think about Hope?” John was quiet for a moment, then I felt him nod. “Hope. I love it. After everything we have been through, she really is our hope. Our fresh start. Hope Voss. It sounds right.” I turned in his arms so I could see his face. “Hope Voss. Our little miracle. After all the darkness, we finally get to hold something so pure and good.”

“What was that?” “You asked me last month if I wanted to change her name. Give her something new so she never has to carry the burden that came before.” My throat tightens, but I keep going. “And I do. I hate remembering how sad and lonely I was when—” I pause at the way Julie wrinkles her nose. I laugh weakly, blinking back tears. “When those who shall not be named left me, and when she who shall not be thought of stole my husbands away.” I shake my head. “I never want her to feel that kind of loneliness. Or be tied to anything that hurts. So… I’ll name her Hope. Because with me, she’ll always have an olive branch. A way forward. A place to land.”

My mouth shaped a name, half-despair, half-hope, breaking in the silence. “Ivy?”

My family. …… The room is quiet, filled only with the soft sounds of breathing. Adrian stands beside me, our daughter tucked safely in my arms again. “What do you want to name her?” he asks. I glance down at her tiny face. So many names have crossed my mind. But now, looking at her, there’s only one that feels right. I meet Adrian’s gaze and smile. “Hope.” A long silence. Then, Adrian’s lips twitch, his eyes turning glassy again.

"Let him die. He's just another worthless man. My boyfriend is Grayson, not that trash." … In the end, I bought Sonny a plot of land and set up a headstone. Not for anything else—just to do what was right. I hope, in the next life, we never meet again.

"Mummy, he's sooo grumpy." I shook my head, finally laughing through the ache in my chest. "Of course my daughter would name someone that." Hope's giggles filled the room, and for one fragile moment, my heart lifted. Even in all the shadows pressing down on me, there was still this. Still her. Still us. Still hope.