Chapter 18 - Something More Than ForgivenessOne quiet evening, Daniel sat at Clara's favorite table.
Two cups of coffee rested between them.
"I've been thinking," he said.
"That sounds dangerous."
He laughed.
Then his expression became serious.
"I spent most of my life believing power meant never needing anyone."
Clara looked at him.
"And now?"
"Now I think power might mean knowing who deserves to stand beside you."
Clara smiled.
"That's a better philosophy."
Daniel reached across the table.
He didn't touch her hand.
He simply waited.
Clara looked at his hand.
Then at him.
Slowly, she placed her fingers over his.
No grand declaration.
May you like
No dramatic kiss.
Just two people who had survived the worst parts of themselves choosing to begin again.
