Since then, he confessed, he spoke to Stacy in quiet moments. On her birthday. On holidays. On days when the house felt too quiet. And now, on his wedding night—a day he had always imagined sharing with her.
Instead of stepping back, she sat beside him.
And she took his hand.
“You Don’t Have to Carry This Alone”
“I’m not scared of your grief,” Amber whispered, squeezing his fingers. “You’re not broken. You’re a father who lost his child. And you’re still loving her the only way you know how.”
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