Page 233 of Becoming Us

Jude tilted his head. “That’s it?”

Noah chuckled softly, his eyes once again finding mine. “That’s everything.”

Itwaseverything.

And as I watched the snow drift lazily past the window, the room glowing with the faintest spill of moonlight, I let that truth settle in my chest.

This was our story. Not perfect. Not easy.

But it was ours.

And it was just beginning.