“Our life,” he corrected softly, tightening his arms around her waist.
“I don’t want any of it without you in it.”
She felt the truth settle in her chest—warm, steady, certain.
Micah reached into his pocket and pulled out a small folded piece of paper.
Her handwriting.
The letter she’d once mailed from the mountains:
> We aren’t paused—we’re becoming.
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✨ "When the Light Returns" ✨
Spiritual🌙 PROLOGUE At 17 years old, Elara James believed God lived in the space between her heartbeat and her breath. She felt Him when her mother hummed hymns in the kitchen, when sunlight broke through storm clouds, and when she whispered bedtime prayers...
When the Light Returned
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“Our life,” he corrected softly, tightening his arms around her waist.
“I don’t want any of it without you in it.”
She felt the truth settle in her chest—warm, steady, certain.
Micah reached into his pocket and pulled out a small folded piece of paper.
Her handwriting.
The letter she’d once mailed from the mountains:
> We aren’t paused—we’re becoming.
