Amber knew about Stacy, the daughter Steve lost in a tragic car accident years ago. What she hadn’t known was that he still spoke to her.
“She died with her mom,” Steve explained, his voice heavy with emotion. “But talking to her helps me feel close to them. Especially today—I wanted her to know about you.”
Amber’s heart ached for him. Instead of fear, she felt compassion for the grief he carried.
Sitting beside him, she took his hand. “You’re not crazy, Steve. You’re grieving, and you don’t have to do it alone anymore.”
Tears welled in his eyes. “I didn’t want to scare you away.”
“You’re not,” Amber said gently. “We’ll face this together. Maybe we can find someone to talk to, like a therapist. It doesn’t have to just be you and Stacy anymore.”
Steve nodded, relief softening his features. “Thank you, Amber. I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear that.”
Amber leaned in and kissed him, feeling a love deeper than she’d ever known. She understood that love wasn’t about perfection but about walking beside someone through their struggles. Together, they would build a future—not free from grief, but filled with healing, love, and hope.