Held Light, Held Close
Celeste registered the gesture the way she registered all acts of consideration—noted, appreciated, filed away as evidence of Peter’s particular kindness, the kind that didn’t announce itself.
Celeste nodded, meeting his eyes briefly, the acknowledgment complete and straightforward, carrying the weight she gave to genuine appreciation. “Thank you.” The words landed softly but sincerely, the kind of thanks Peter would hear the difference in, would recognize as real rather than automatic, as meaning rather than reflex.
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