Leila stood at a crossroads. Return to her old life, safe and detached—or stay and love a man who was imperfect, real, and hers. She walked to the lighthouse at dawn, where Aiden stood watching the sea.
The sky was painted in pinks and golds. She reached for his hand, looked him in the eye, and said, "I'm not going anywhere." She chose the lighthouse. She chose him. And in that moment, he let go of the weight he'd carried alone for too long. He pulled her into an embrace that felt like home.