For a long time, Steve didn’t speak. And then the tears came—not loud or theatrical, but slow, long-held tears from a man who had never been given permission to grieve openly.
That night didn’t mark the end of their love—it marked a new beginning.
Steve began to open up—not just to Amber, but to himself.
Healing Doesn’t Happen Alone
Therapy wasn’t easy. There were setbacks, moments of hesitation, even anger. But Amber stayed beside him, supporting him through every appointment, every memory, every hard conversation.
Their home began to shift. What was once a quiet, reserved space turned into a sanctuary of healing. They added framed photos of Stacy to their bookshelves. They lit candles on her birthday. They built small traditions to keep her memory alive—not as a haunting shadow, but as part of their growing love.
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