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The rhythm of the knife against the wooden board echoes through the kitchen. It's easy and comforting, something I'm used to doing. Just that I'm in a different place now. One that is more familiar. Onions, and celery, and potatoes and broccoli with the smell of boiling pasta mingling with the faint traces of detergent as Amber hums a soft tune behind me. It’s quieter now. Quieter than it’s been in years.
Home. This is home.
Not just four walls, but the feeling that lives deep in my chest—the comfort, the weightlessness, the rightness. It’s where I belong, where my heart fits. Where Rhys is. The last few days have slipped out of my hands, moments blurring into one another because they’ve been good. Too good. I’ve tried not to let myself think too hard about it, afraid I might b
