Making promises
*Karolina* The cabin might be cozy, with how it is nestled deep within the forest, its wooden walls a sanctuary from the biting cold outside, but I can’t shake the nervous energy buzzing in my veins. Tomorrow, Ryan will meet my father again, and the weight of that reality presses heavily on my chest. I glance at Ryan, who’s sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by a mess of papers and half-empty mugs of coffee. He looks up from his notes, a gentle smile breaking across his face, and my heart skips a beat. Even in this tense moment, he has a way of making me feel like I’m the only person in the world. “Hey,” he says softly, his voice warm like a blanket. “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?” I take a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. “Just… thinking abo
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