I wake up to the sound of Greg's gentle breathing next to me. Watching the rise and fall of his chest, I can't help but smile at how far we've come. Who would have thought the fearsome rebel Rose and the kindhearted drifter Greg would end up here - tucked away in this little home we've built together in Newberry?
As the morning light filters in through the curtains, I think back to those early days when Greg first proposed leaving the fight behind. His words had seemed like a fantasy then, an impossible dream after my lifetime of struggle and violence. But Greg's unwavering belief in the possibility of peace slowly chipped away at the walls I had built around my heart.
I get out of bed quietly so as not to wake Greg and make my way to the modest kitchen to start preparing breakfast. The
