Chapter 17
Winter brought pristine snow blankets to the New England coast, transforming the landscape into a serene wonderland. Clara was now in her ninth month of pregnancy, glowing with health, happiness, and unshakable inner strength.
Christian spent his days building a handmade wooden crib in the sunlit nursery overlooking the ocean, pouring every ounce of his love and devotion into the project. The dark shadows of the past had completely evaporated, replaced by the bright anticipation of new life.
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One quiet evening by the stone fireplace, Clara rested her head against Christian's shoulder, her fingers tracing his wedding band. "Do you ever look back and wonder how we survived it all?"
"I don't look back at what we survived, Clara," Christian answered softly, kissing the top of her head. "I only look forward to what we are building."
