Ink and Love: Letters for My Little Ones

Previously

…But she knew they would return. They always did. They fed on the quiet, on the regret, on the longing. They were the shadows that clung to her, the constant companions in her solitary existence. But even in the face of their relentless whispers, a small, stubborn ember of hope glowed within her. A hope fueled by the memory of that smile, by the promise of a future where the quiet would be filled with laughter, and the handprints on the wall would be joined by new ones, made by little hands reaching for hers. She just had to keep fighting. For Melodee. For Eligah. For herself. The fight was far from over.