New Beginnings
The morning sun was beginning to set, casting an amber glow across the room as Emma watched Jonathan out the window. He was in the yard, working on a small project he had started—a makeshift garden for herbs and flowers. She couldn’t remember the last time he’d done something just for himself, something that didn’t involve work or trying to fix something that felt broken. Watching him there, his sleeves rolled up, dirt on his hands, she felt a flutter in her chest. It was quiet, peaceful even, but there was something about it that felt unfamiliar like they were in a delicate moment where everything was teetering—ready to either break or flourish. After the conversation they’d had earlier this morning, things had settled between them. There were still fears and uncertainties, but it felt
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