Chapter 39 Sacrifices We Make

• ⊰ Marcel ⊱
• Stepping out of the shower, the steam and fading scent of soap cling to me as I pull the bathroom door open. Wrapped loosely around my hips, a pair of gray sweats is all that separates me from the cool air of my bedroom. I pause at the doorway, my gaze flickering from the charcoal gray rug on the floor to the bed sheets reflecting the black painted walls. Just beneath them, Mercy lays sound asleep, her breathing steady and even, and a peaceful expression resting on her face.
• The sight of her, the epitome of what I’ve fought to have, fills me with a deep, resonant satisfaction.