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LEVI
Malachi and Isaac were everything Zeke had promised. Kind and accepting without a trace of arrogance over their success in the music industry.
They stood on the small makeshift stage set up in Humanity House’s new cafeteria, guitars in hand, no flashing lights or booming bass for their part of the celebration.
And the crowd packed into the room around me and Zeke shrieked their love for the couple as Isaac sang.
Beautifully us, worth the sacrifice. I would choose you all over again.
Malachi leaned toward him as though Isaac’s soul ensnared him, drew him in—same as that night in Nashville when my whole world had changed.
My light.
My life.
My love.
They shared a brief, chaste kiss and continued singing, staring into each other’s eyes as their voices wove in a breathtaking
