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Even now, after months together, I still couldn’t believe this was my life.
“Smells good,” I called, feeling my heart flutter when Tobi flashed me a quick smile over his shoulder.
“Catch,” he said, tossing a slice of bell pepper in my direction.
I caught it and popped it into my mouth, my own laughter mixing with his.
It hit me in that moment, a realization both startling and simple.
Home wasn’t a place.
It was the voice drifting from the kitchen, the laughter echoing down the hallway.
Home was the promise that no matter how rough things got, we would always weather the storm together.
