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Sometimes love checks.

Sometimes love refuses to confuse silence with peace ever again.

I looked at my wife in the dim light.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

I had said it before. Many times.

Ava leaned her head against my shoulder.

“I know.”

“I’ll keep saying it.”

“I know that too.”

We stayed there until Noah shifted in his sleep, sighed, and settled again.

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