It didn’t begin with a spark. It began with a playlist. A laugh.
Sam wasn’t looking for love, not after the years it took to reclaim her voice. And Rex wasn’t trying to offer it. He just showed up. The kind of presence that doesn’t demand to be noticed but becomes impossible to ignore.
He didn’t fix her. He held her.
And in the quiet that followed, she found herself whole.
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