It had been a month since Sofia let Adam back into her life, and every day since felt like a quiet miracle. The mornings were brighter, the evenings softer, and even the silence between them had turned warm again.
Adam had stayed at her house from the moment he returned, insisting he wouldn't leave until she told him to. At first, she worried about him—about the work he'd left behind, the business that had once consumed him—but watching him now, kneeling beside her in the garden, she realized this was where he wanted to be.
"Adam," she said gently, brushing soil from her hands. "You can go back to the city. I'll be fine here."
He looked up, sunlight catching in his eyes. "I love it here, Sof. I meant what I said. Wherever you stay, that's where I'll be. You gave me another chance, and I'm not going to waste it."
