No Apologies, No Regrets
No one had ever meant it like that.
She breathed in, shaky and whole.
“Is this…” she whispered, voice trembling, “is this what it feels like to be truly loved?”
Judah didn’t answer with words. He leaned in and kissed her—slowly, reverently—on her forehead, then her lips. Not in a rush. Not in lust. But like he was sealing a promise.
Inside, the soft creak of the rocking chair continued. The stars blinked above them like witnesses.
And in that moment, wrapped in love, cradling life, and leaning on a man who had chosen her again and again…