Nighttime Comfort
Jamie walked softly up the stairs to Emily’s room, her voice barely a whisper as she lay tucked under her blanket. He sat beside her, gently smoothing the covers and brushing a curl from her face. Her eyelids fluttered as she murmured something about a dream she hoped to have.
A wave of calm washed over Jamie as he watched her slip into sleep. This was the kind of peace he had longed for while away—being present, being needed. The simple act of tucking his daughter in felt sacred, a promise that he was home to stay.
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