The next day, Richie planned a cozy night in, hoping to reconnect and strengthen their bond. He prepared Sarah's favorite meal, the comforting aroma filling the house. As they sat down to eat, the atmosphere was tense, but there was a glimmer of hope in Richie's eyes.
"How was your day?" Richie asked, his voice soft.
"It was good," Sarah replied, forcing a smile. "Busy, but productive."
Richie nodded, taking a bite of his food. "I'm glad. I've been thinking a lot about us, about our future."
Sarah felt a knot of anxiety tighten in her stomach. "What about it?"
Richie reached across the table, taking her hand in his. "I want us to move forward, to build a life together. But we need to be honest with each other. I need to know that you're fully committed to this."
Sarah squeezed his hand, her heart aching with the weight of her emotions. "I am, Richie. I promise to be honest with you always."
