Amber even sent gift baskets to support groups and therapists who had helped them along the way—small tokens of gratitude from a woman who had learned that healing is a group effort.
Love, in Its Most Honest Form
One crisp autumn evening, as the leaves began to fall and the fireplace crackled in their cozy living room, Steve wrapped his arms around Amber and said something she would never forget.
“I never thought I could feel this complete again.”
Amber smiled through her tears.
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