Sara stared at the picture, her back resting against
his chest, unable to tear her gaze away.
"Is this how you see us, Sir? Truly?"
He didn't answer, just hugged her closer, and tears
streaming down her face, she turned to bury her face in his broad chest. Peace
flowed over her, just like it always did in his embrace. The perfect peace like
the one captured in his image.
The freedom for her to just feel, to be cherished,
to let all her worries fly away.
"You know I do, my love. I hold you in my
hands, always."
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