At 2 A.M., a Hidden

“We made it.”

I looked at Noah asleep against my shoulder.

“Yes,” I said. “You did.”

She corrected me gently.

“We did.”

I swallowed hard.

There are forms of forgiveness that arrive without speeches.

That was one of them.

Later that night, after Noah was asleep, Ava handed me a small box.

“What’s this?”

“Open it.”

Inside was a key.

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