His hands.
His breath.
His steadiness.
When they finally pulled apart, she whispered:
“Micah… where do we go from here?”
He pressed his forehead to hers.
“Wherever your next chapter goes,” he said.
“I’m already packed.”
And for the first time, the future didn’t feel like a question.
It felt like a promise—
soft, certain, and beautifully theirs.
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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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His hands.
His breath.
His steadiness.
When they finally pulled apart, she whispered:
“Micah… where do we go from here?”
He pressed his forehead to hers.
“Wherever your next chapter goes,” he said.
“I’m already packed.”
And for the first time, the future didn’t feel like a question.
It felt like a promise—
soft, certain, and beautifully theirs.
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