Nathan paused for a moment, then said softly, “My apartment’s too big for one person. You and Max can stay as long as you need.”
Greg didn’t fight the divorce papers when they arrived. In fact, he seemed relieved — as if cutting her off freed him from the guilt he refused to face. Sharon called once, spitting venom down the line. Leah hung up and blocked the number.
The storm that had once swallowed her life had finally passed.
Months turned into years. Nathan became more than a rescuer — he became family. He helped Leah rebuild her strength, cheered when Max took his first steps, and told bedtime stories that made the boy giggle uncontrollably.
Slowly, Leah’s heart began to heal.
One evening, as the sun set behind the Wisconsin hills, Nathan invited her for a walk. The air was warm, the sky painted gold.
“Leah,” he said quietly, “I know this might seem sudden… but I need to say it. You and Max — you brought joy back into my life. I haven’t felt alive like this in years. I love you.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. Inside was a simple, beautiful ring.
Leah’s breath caught. “Nathan, I—”
But Leah didn’t need time. Tears filled her eyes as she whispered, “Yes. Yes, Nathan.”
A Family Built on Grace
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