“Russ…”
“Say yes,” I add softly, a small grin breaking through. “Because I’m not above asking you every day until you do.”
She lets out a shaky laugh through her tears.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Yes.”
Relief crashes into me so hard it almost knocks the air from my lungs.
I slide the ring onto her finger, then stand, pulling her into me like I need to make sure she’s really here.
She laughs against my chest.
The kids start cheering—loud, chaotic, perfect.
And I hold her tighter.
Because this time…
I’m not letting go.
THE END
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SNEAK PEEK
SCARS OF SILENCE
64
Clay
“Clear.”
The word leaves my mouth low and steady as I sweep the last room.
Empty.
No movement.
No threats.
Just dust and silence.
“Clear,” Lucas echoes over comms.
“Clear,” Miles follows.
Good.
I lower my weapon slightly, scanning one more time out of habit.
Because habit keeps you alive.
Not comfort.
Not instinct.
