*Will*
I stand in the doorway, watching as Kiera gently detangles Frida’s hair, her fingers moving with a tenderness that makes my heart swell. The sight of them together is almost too beautiful to bear… Kiera, with her warmth and patience, and Frida, whose innocence shines through despite the shadows of her loss that still lingers.
I can’t help but think how incredibly lucky I am to be married to Kiera, even if it is a contract marriage. There’s a magic in the way she connects with Frida, a kind of understanding that seems to bridge the gap between their different worlds… and I feel She gets me too
“Wow, Frida, your hair is so thick and soft!” Kiera says, her voice light and playful. “It’s like spun gold. You must have gotten it from your mom.”
Frida pauses her drawing, looking up at
