Chapter 168

• After what felt like an eternity in the hospital, we finally arrived home. The familiar sight of our little house embraced us like a warm hug, its walls echoing with memories of laughter and late-night talks. I looked up at the sky—a soft, golden hue spilled across the horizon, the warmth of early evening wrapping around us like a soft blanket. “We’re home,” I whispered, the simple words heavy with emotion.
• Logan opened the front door, and I stepped inside, my heart thrumming in my chest. It was quiet, save for the sound of our footsteps on the hardwood floor. Every corner of our home held a piece of us, stories woven into the fabric of our lives. Yet, everything felt different now. Everything had shifted.
• “Are you ready?” Logan asked, glancing at me with a mix of hope and uncertainty.