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Sloane
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hen I open my eyes, it’s morning.
I’m on my side, facing the windows. The curtains are drawn, but a sliver of light peeks beneath, spreading golden sunbeams across the floor. Declan slumbers behind me, his breaths deep and slow, one arm thrown over my waist. His nose is buried in my hair.
I’m not a particularly religious person, but I do believe in miracles. I know there are so many things we cannot understand, but that have the power to move us regardless. Mysterious things. Wondrous things. Things of great beauty that speak to the soul.
Things that heal us in places that have been broken so long, we thought they were lost forever.
Lying in this warm bed in this quiet room with this beautiful man, I feel miracles all around me.
Declan stirs, stretching his legs. His ar
