When she crossed the room alone, Daniel dropped to his knees and cried.
One evening, he found Noah in the courtyard. “I promised I’d adopt you,” Daniel said quietly.
Noah smiled. “I already have a family.”
Daniel followed his gaze to the window, where Elena paced back and forth, laughing.
Years later, Elena would run without thinking. And Daniel Whitaker would finally understand that the deepest healing often comes from those who have nothing left to give but hope—and hope, once offered, can carry you farther than anyone expects.
