Not a speech.

A thousand small acts of showing up, until one day you realize the wound has quietly closed while you were both too busy loving each other to watch it.

Chapter 19 — The Letter

Nearly eight months after the vault, Marcus came to my apartment carrying a banker’s box, and inside it was our whole buried history.

It held copies of the original audit files he had assembled five years earlier — the proof he had tried to bring to the warehouse board before they fired him for it.

And tucked among the pages was a sealed letter, addressed to me, dated three days before my wedding to Victor.