Chapter 87 Embracing The Light

• Years passes in a gentle rhythm as Evangelina, Aemilio, and their newborn settled into their new life together. Their days were filled with laughter, quiet moments, and the small, tender rituals that bound them as a family. It was a life neither of them had ever dreamed possible—a life free from fear, cloaked in warmth, and laced with the kind of love they had once only read about.
• Yet, as Evangelina rocked their baby to sleep one evening, she couldn't deny the flickers of doubt that lingered, the occasional pangs of insecurity that resurfaced. She knew Aemilio had sensed it, too. Whenever he would find her staring out the window, lost in thought, he'd gently pull her back, his presence grounding her. But she still felt a quiet weight, as if she were waiting for something to shatter this peace.
• One late autumn afternoon, as golden leaves danced outside, Evangelina found herself standing in front of an old mirror in their room. She stared at her reflection, the young woman who had fought her way through hell to find herself here. The scars were still there—faint lines along her wrists, a shadow in her eyes—but they were softened now, no longer defining her.