David’s answer was a hug so fierce it knocked the breath from my lungs.
A year later, we hung ornaments together, laughing as Katie directed us from her perch on Mark’s shoulders. The old photo of my parents sat on our mantel now, next to a new one of David, Katie, Mark, and me, all wearing matching Christmas sweaters.
We were a family now, brought together in a way that felt a little like a Christmas miracle. The kind of miracle that didn’t need magic, just open hearts and the courage to say yes to love.
I watched David help Katie place the star on top of our tree, their faces glowing in the Christmas lights, and felt the last shard of old hurt dissolve into something warmer. Something like peace.
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