Page 65 of Dr. Lillian Harrington

She thought of everything behind them — the mistakes, the pride, the fear — and of the woman beside her, whose light had turned all of it into something softer, bearable, even beautiful.

Lillian touched her arm, drawing her inside. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” Rebecca said. “Just thinking how good it feels to stop running.”

Lillian smiled, brushing a kiss to her shoulder. “Then don’t.”

Rebecca closed the door, the sound of the waves still whispering through the open windows. The night settled around them — warm, quiet, full of promise.

And for the first time in her life, Dr. Rebecca Lang didn’t think about what came next.

She just breathed, and let herself be happy.