Scars She Carries, Love She Deserves
A heart appeared next to the scribbled sun on her paper, simple but sure.
Elena rose slowly, knees stiff, her palm pressed to Jack’s chest for balance. He caught her wrist and pressed a kiss to her knuckles before she pulled away.
“I thought today would break me,” she whispered against his shoulder.
“It didn’t,” he murmured into her hair. “It made you more unbreakable.”
She closed her eyes, breathing him in. Pancakes burned behind them, the edges curling black on the hot skillet.
Jack chuckled. “Breakfast disaster round two?”