“I was thinking about that night,” she admitted. “The dishes. The sink. I really believed you were going to choose them over me.”
Michael walked toward her slowly.
Then wrapped both arms around her waist from behind.
“I almost chose their comfort,” he whispered honestly. “But when I saw you crying into dishwater, something inside me woke up.”
Emily leaned gently against his chest.
“That night changed everything.”
Michael kissed the side of her head softly..continue reading …