DROPPING 12/7
The world didn’t stop for their silence — it just rearranged itself around it. Six weeks turned into two months, and before either of them could name the feeling sitting in their chest, November crept in like a test neither had studied for. Thanksgiving was supposed to be peace — food, family, and forced smiles — but God had other plans.
For the first time since that night, they’d be under the same roof. Same table. Same air. He didn’t know it yet, but something sacred — and broken — was growing between them, pulling them toward a truth neither was ready to face.