Jake pulled back just enough to rest his hand on my stomach, tentative, reverent. For the first time in years, I saw something new in his eyes.
Hope.
And this time, I let myself believe in it too.Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered. Any resemblance is coincidental. The author and publisher disclaim accuracy, liability, and responsibility for interpretations or reliance. All images are for illustration purposes only.
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