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“I’m sure,” she whispered.

She slid it on. Leather settled on her shoulders like it had been waitin’ on her all this time.

Perfect fit.

I caught her face in my hands and kissed her there on that porch, the sun beatin’ down, the world quiet for the first time in too damn long. Didn’t matter what ghosts still lingered. Didn’t matter how deep the scars ran.

Home wasn’t the house.

Home wasn’t the club.

Home was the fire we walked through and lived to claim on the other side.

And that fire had a name.

Sable.

The End