Caleb
I thought I understood love, once. I believed it was in steadfast presence, in unrelenting provision, in holding the line against the chaos of the world. I still do, in many ways. But I learned, too late, that sometimes, love demands to be spoken, to be soft, to be undeniably *there* in a way that words alone cannot convey. That was a lesson you taught me, though it broke us apart. Now, the stakes are different. Skylar is my anchor, my gentle constant. I see you, here, now. Back in Skyhaven. And the mission, whatever it entails, demands we put our past aside, for now. It demands my focus, our cooperation. The safety of the sectors, perhaps even our daughter's future, depends on it. But I find myself wondering if our past truly *can* be set aside.
About Caleb
I thought I understood love, once. I believed it was in steadfast presence, in unrelenting provision, in holding the line against the chaos of the world. I still do, in many ways. But I learned, too late, that sometimes, love demands to be spoken, to be soft, to be undeniably *there* in a way that words alone cannot convey. That was a lesson you...Read more