One month later

I wake up slowly, feeling the gentle warmth of the morning sun on my skin. 

Emma lies peacefully beside me, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. 

A deep wave of happiness washes over me as I watch her sleep. After all the chaos, pain, and months of searching, I finally have her back in my arms where she belongs. 

The journey to this moment was long and difficult, but every struggle feels worth it now that I can wake up to her beautiful face every morning.

I shift closer and press a soft kiss to her cheek. Then I lean in and kiss her...