Chapter 145 Community Of Love

• DANIEL POV
• The reception is a bonfire on the beach, acoustic guitar playing softly in the background, and laughter echoing across the water in a way that makes my chest feel too full, too tight with happiness I'm not used to carrying.
• We dance under fairy lights strung between wooden posts, swaying together as the flames cast moving shadows across the sand, and Amelia fits perfectly against me, her head on my shoulder, her hand in mine. The guitarist plays something slow and sweet, and around us our small gathering of people who actually matter watches with smiles and tears and the kind of joy that comes from witnessing something genuine.