“Firstly, cats and dogs are not allowed to eat chocolate. Ever.”
“Deal,” she grinned. “But I’m naming her Angel. Or maybe Ruth.”
My heart gave a quiet twist — the good kind.
Outside, the sun poured through the windows, warming the counters, the tiles, and the soft curve of Sophie’s smile.
And for the first time in a long while, the future didn’t feel like something to fear. It felt like something we could fill…
With warmth, with laughter, and with love.
