The snow fell in soft, lazy spirals as Holly walked through the quiet streets of Snowfall Valley. Her boots crunched softly with each step, the sound oddly soothing in the stillness of the evening. Twinkling lights lined the storefronts and cast a golden glow onto the snow-covered sidewalks, transforming the town into a postcard-worthy scene. But despite the magic in the air, Holly’s chest felt heavy.
Last night’s conversation with Jack lingered in her mind, playing over and over like a movie reel she couldn’t stop. He had let her in, but only part of the way. His apology and the pain he’d shared had been real, raw even, but there was still so much he was holding back. Holly couldn’t help but wonder if he ever truly would let her in, or if she was holding on to a connection that might bre
