Where the Heart Belongs
Years have passed since then. The town still tells our story, but not as gossip anymore. They tell it as a reminder — that love isn’t found in the right background or the right clothes, but in the right heart.
Sometimes, when winter comes and the snow covers the garden, I stand by the window watching it fall. Hannah wraps her arms around me, and I think about that first day — the cold, the quiet, and the moment that changed everything.
It began with a simple act of kindness.
And it became the kind of love that made the whole town believe in miracles again.
