18 août 2026

THE DAY THE SHERIFF STOPPED BEING PATIENT

Sophie didn’t let go of him.

Not when he carried her inside.
Not when he wrapped her in the purple blanket she loved more than anything.
Not even when he sat down on the couch and held her close, rocking slowly the way she needed when the world got too loud.

Her small fingers clutched his shirt like she was afraid he might disappear too.

“It’s okay,” he whispered again, softer this time. “You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

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