THE ART OF FALLING
Her last conscious thought was of his heartbeat, steady and real, and the comfort of knowing that someone loved her completely, despite everything she had endured.
Outside, the rain continued to fall, a soft lullaby for the quiet sanctuary they had created. And though shadows of danger still lingered somewhere beyond the apartment walls, in this moment, love reigned. Tender, fragile, and undeniable.
Because after all they had suffered, after all the fear and pain, Nora and Jaden were learning how to love not recklessly, not with hesitation, but truly, wholly, and without shame.
And sometimes, that was enough.