“I’ve been thinking about ways to offer financial support, but this takes it a step further.

We could partner with local businesses to get gift cards and offer vouchers for public transportation. I could talk to a few foundations about grants for apartments and utilities.

Maybe we could even get a donation drive going for school supplies.”

“That’s the kind of thing that will make a real difference. It’s not just about shelter—it’s about providing a foundation for people to rebuild their lives. And giving them the tools to do it.”

“I’m so glad you spoke up; this is invaluable.

My situation was nowhere near the same as yours, but I can assume that more women would identify with yours, and that’s huge for getting people the help they need.

Thank you so much.”

She nods before she smiles and stands up to leave the room. A few minutes later, I feel a presence in the doorway.

I glance up and see Theo standing there, his broad frame filling the doorway, his eyes soft and warm as they meet mine. A small, quiet smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, and I feel a flutter in my chest.

“Hi,” I say softly.

He steps into the room, his eyes still on me. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. Just wanted to check in.”

“You’re not interrupting,” I say, my voice warm with affection. “Maggie and I were brainstorming some ideas for the shelter earlier. Such great insight.”

“You’re doing amazing work here,” he says quietly, his voice full of admiration.

“Oh, my goodness,” I breathe as a thought comes to me. “You know…maybe I should look into long-term housing for the shelter, too. A whole community, if you will.”

“Don’t overextend yourself, okay? I’m here to help, but I want to make sure that you remember that you can’t do everything all at once.”

“I’ll remember,” I smile at him.

He pulls me into a tight hug, and I rest my head on his shoulder.

I hear his words, but I know that when he holds me like this, I feel invincible.

28

THEO

It’s funny how things change.

A few months ago, I would’ve told you that starting a family wasn’t even on my radar. Not that I didn’t want it. I just didn’t think it was possible for me.

The life I lived was too unstable, and too unpredictable. Too lonely, even.

My career was the kind of thing that didn’t leave room for much else. Relationships were fleeting; commitment was something I wasn’t sure I even knew how to handle.

But then Grace came into my life. And in the blink of an eye, everything shifted.

Sitting here now, in this quiet little spot in the heart of London, I can feel the weight of those changes.

We’re sitting in a small bistro tucked away down an alley, the kind of place most people would walk right past without noticing.

But it’s perfect. It’s everything we need right now—quiet, cozy, intimate.

We’re celebrating nothing and everything all at once.

“I’ve been thinking,” she says.