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Chapter 10 - Spring Eternal

One year after the night on the balcony, our lives had transformed into something I once thought was only possible in fairy tales.

It was a crisp January evening—exactly one year to the day since the ice storm tried to take us.

Instead of freezing on a balcony, our new home was filled with the rich, buttery aroma of roasted chicken, garlic mashed potatoes, and sweet corn. Mia—now nine years old, vibrant, healthy, and fiercely confident—was setting the dining room table, chattering happily about her school art project while our golden retriever slept soundly by the floor vent.

Max stood beside me at the kitchen stove, stirring gravy with a smile on his face as he kissed the top of my head.

“Dinner’s almost ready, Chef,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Good,” I said, plating the chicken. “Because I have high expectations for tonight.”

Mia bounced into the kitchen, wearing a bright pink sweater, her eyes sparkling. “Mommy, Daddy, can we have hot cocoa with extra marshmallows tonight? Like you promised?”

I knelt down, brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead, and smiled warmly.

“Every single marshmallow in the pantry, bug,” I promised. “We earned every single one of them.”

We sat down together around the dining room table—a family forged through fire, rebuilt through truth, and anchored by an unbreakable love. When Max reached across the table to hand Mia her water glass, he didn't demand perfection; he simply smiled, told her she was doing great, and passed the potatoes.

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Outside, the wind whipped against the windows of our home, howling across the frozen Milwaukee streets. But the locks were secure, the hearth was warm, and the ice could no longer touch us.

We had survived the winter, and the spring was ours to keep forever.

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