He climbed into bed beside me, pulling me close. “I never left, Mara. Not really. And I never will.”
As we settled in that night, I realized something profound. The distance I thought was growing between us had never really been there. Love doesn’t always look like holding hands every second or sleeping in the same bed. Sometimes it looks like late nights spent building furniture, locked doors hiding secrets of devotion rather than betrayal, and sacrifices made in silence for the sake of the one you love.
And in that moment, as I rested my head against David’s chest, I knew with absolute certainty: no accident, no fear, no misunderstanding could ever break the bond between us.
