will heaven step in?
Noah grinned at the punch, letting it land without flinching. Her answer tugged a soft huff of laughter from him, the kind that folded easily into the hush of the woods and made his smile wrinkle the edges of his eyes. He watched her closely, though, noting the way her shoulders had eased just slightly, how the edge in her voice had dulled. That was enough for now.
He pushed his hair back from his eyes and turned slowly, scanning the woods once more. The sunlight poured in golden shafts through the canopy, catching on leaves and petals alike—but still, no sign of crimson or gold.
“Let’s keep trying,” he said quietly, nodding toward the slope where the trees thinned out and the ground dipped into cooler, damper earth. “More shade down there. Might be what they like.”
Noah didn’t wait for her agreement—he knew she’d follow. She had something worth fighting for. He just had to help her carry the weight of it, step by step.
Hope, after all, was why they were here.
FIN
He pushed his hair back from his eyes and turned slowly, scanning the woods once more. The sunlight poured in golden shafts through the canopy, catching on leaves and petals alike—but still, no sign of crimson or gold.
“Let’s keep trying,” he said quietly, nodding toward the slope where the trees thinned out and the ground dipped into cooler, damper earth. “More shade down there. Might be what they like.”
Noah didn’t wait for her agreement—he knew she’d follow. She had something worth fighting for. He just had to help her carry the weight of it, step by step.
Hope, after all, was why they were here.
FIN
will it save us from our sin?
