That night, the snow fell softly, like winter was holding its breath, watching to see what they would do with their decision.
Evelyn saw it first thing when she woke up before dawn. Quiet and white outside. It was that kind of snow that wasn’t loud, just peaceful. She stayed still, listening to the house—clock ticking, heater humming, wood creaking.
It was the first time since Christmas that she didn't feel like a visitor.
She felt like she belonged.
Noah was up already. He was at the window with a mug, watching the snow, looking thoughtful instead of stressed.
“Morning,” she said quietly.
He turned, surprised, then smiled. “Couldn’t sleep.”
“Me neither.”
They stood together, shoulders touching. The world outside looked brand new, like the last few weeks had been erased.
“It feels
