“The first time I stood in a room like this,” she said, “I thought I had everything figured out.”
“And now?” Ethan asked.
She smiled.
“Now I know the difference between what looks right and what is right.”
He turned to her. “And which one is this?”
Amara did not hesitate.
“This,” she said, “is right.”
She had walked away from something that would have destroyed her.
And in doing so, she found something that would build her.
Not just love, but the right kind of love.
The kind that does not take.
The kind that stays.
