Julia Lewis

I used to believe love was a battlefield, something to win, something to lose. But then you held me, not as a prize, not as a possession, but as something sacred. And for the first time, I stopped running. #HeKeepsMeSafe #HellRaiser

@HitWithAHeart @BitterSweetPea_ @ALilBitOfDex Like they won’t let him disappear again. And for the first time in two weeks— The house feels a little more whole.

@HitWithAHeart @BitterSweetPea_ @ALilBitOfDex right now,” I tell him gently, resting my hand briefly against his arm—steady, grounding. “Just be here.” Because that’s enough. More than enough. I step back, giving them space, watching the way all four kids wrap around him like they’re anchoring him to this place— —

@BitterSweetPea_ I glance in the rear-view mirror. She’s still staring out the window, but not really at anything. Just watching the world slide past like she’s waiting for it to turn into something else. “You good back there, Pen?” I ask. She blinks like I’ve pulled her out of deep—