Sadie’s POV
Morning didn’t rush us.
It lingered—slow, deliberate—like the world itself understood that something sacred had settled into place and didn’t want to disturb it. Pale light filtered through the curtains, softer than yesterday, gentler somehow. I lay still for a moment, listening to Liam’s breathing, steady and deep, his arm heavy and protective around my waist.
Forever us.
The words echoed in my chest—not as a promise whispered in the dark, but as something sturdier. Something that had weight.
I shifted slightly, careful not to wake him, and stared at the ceiling. For the first time in a long time, my thoughts weren’t racing ahead to worst-case scenarios. They weren’t circling my sister’s illness, or the fear of losing everything just as I’d found it.
Instead, my mind did
