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My heart was wide open and no longer trying to apologize for it.

Micah kissed my temple in the dark.

“You good?” he asked.

That question.

Always simple.

Always steady.

Always reaching the place that mattered.

I smiled against his chest and closed my eyes.

“Yes,” I whispered.

And I meant it.

In every way that counted.

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