CHAPTER 27: THE QUIET

Scotland was beautiful.
Green hills. Gray skies. Silence.
The cottage was small.
But it was ours.
Emma adjusted quickly.
She played in the fields.
She climbed the hills.
She laughed.
I watched her.
And I smiled.
Because she was happy.
And that was all that mattered.
Thomas stayed nearby.
He was always watching.
Always protecting.
But he gave us space.
Time.
Peace.
And I started to heal.
Bit by bit.
Piece by piece.
I knew it would take time.
But I had time.
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And I had hope.
And that was enough.