Alone that night, Debbie found herself pacing her
room, the weight of her emotions bearing down on
her. She thought about Felix, who had been nothing
but supportive, even when his jealousy crept in. And she thought about Pasco, whose sudden
reappearance felt like a cruel joke from the universe. Her heart felt torn between the woman she was trying to become and the girl she used to be.
She remembered the way Pasco had looked at her
during their brief conversation—like he regretted
every moment they'd spent apart. But she also
remembered the pain of his abandonment, the long, lonely nights spent questioning her worth.
And then there was Felix—steady, kind, and patient.
He didn't demand her attention; he earned it.
But what if Pasco was the loose thread she needed to tie up before she could fully move forward?
Debbie fell to her knees by her bed, clasping her
hands together. "God, please give me the strength to figure this out. I just want peace. I want to feel whole again."