{~~Avery Sterling~~}Agatha and I had been at it for hours, possibly days, though the passage of time had become something of a blur in the dim, candlelit room. The air was thick with the scent of dried herbs and burning incense, their heady aromas mixing in a way that both calmed and invigorated me. I had never spent so much time in the presence of a witch doctor beforeânot like this, not in such an intimate setting where every movement, every word, every breath was part of a delicate and complex dance of life and death.Iâd seen witchcraft before. In university, we had a professor who dabbled in the ancient arts, using it to enhance her knowledge of medicinal plants and natural remedies. Itâs why i wished Iâd been chosen to be a doctor, it would be so nice to be able to do so much than what a nurse can. But even she had never worked with the sheer precision and raw power that Agatha wielded. It was... mesmerizing. I couldnât help but be drawn in, watching her every move, the way her
{~~Logan Grey~~}Avery is coming home today. Avery is coming home today. Iâve been repeating that sentence in my head for the past 48 hours, counting down the seconds like a kid waiting for Christmas morning. The excitement, the anticipationâitâs all bubbling up inside me, and I can barely sit still. I glance at the clock on my phone for what feels like the hundredth time, knowing it hasn't moved much since the last time I looked but somehow hoping the hands of time have sped up. It's been far too long since Iâve seen her.The air in the terminal is thick with the usual airport chaosâpeople rushing by, announcements echoing through the speakers, kids whining in the backgroundâbut it all fades into the background noise. Iâm laser-focused, my heart pounding in sync with the roaring engines of planes outside. Sheâs been gone for weeks, and though it wasnât that long, it feels like an eternity. Weâve been working tirelessly on the cureâsleepless nights, constant research, trial and error.
{~~Avery Sterling~~}Iâm back in this beautiful pack, surrounded by familiar faces, and yet it feels so foreign after everything weâve been through. the rain stopped while I was away and now we have a new season. The landscape is stunning, especially now, with the first snowfall of the season transforming the dense forest and the lake into a quiet, white wonderland. The snow blankets the ground in thick, untouched layers, making the whole world seem calm and serene, but coldâbitingly cold. It's as if the snow carries the weight of my worries. The weather has shifted dramatically over the past few days, moving from endless, gloomy rain to this sudden onset of winter. So, congratulations on freezing my butt off, even with all the layers I'm bundled in.Logan and I had spent last night at the lake house, a place of solace for us, trying to reconnect after everything thatâs been thrown at us. It was bittersweet, those quiet moments by the fire, the crackling logs filling the air with warm
{~~Avery Sterling~~}Logan and I had left Hope in the hospital. The tiny bundle of lifeâso fragile, yet resilientâwas resting safely in the nursery, surrounded by the quiet hum of machines and the gentle presence of nurses. Weâd return tomorrow, once we were sure theyâd had time to scan her brain and ensure she was truly safe for release. My heart ached to leave her, but it was necessary. Thank goodness she was a baby, still too young to understand fear in the way that we did. She wouldnât know the anxiety, the sleepless nights, the never-ending worry. All she knew was warmth and the safety of sleep, cocooned in blankets too big for her tiny form.The snow had started falling again, soft and silent, covering the world in a layer of purity that felt both soothing and unsettling. Logan drove carefully through the winding streets, the heater on low, warming our chilled fingers. We didnât speak much, but the silence wasnât uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that sat between two peo
{~~Avery Sterling~~}The almost-car accident shakes me up more than I expected, but Logan is fine, and Iâm fine. It all happened so fast, and yet I can still feel the pulse of my heartbeat in my throat when I think about it. That truck had come out of nowhere. The driver didnât even slow down. Had I not tripped over that stone while I was looking for a signal on my phone and heâd come to check on me... logan would have died a painful death before my eyes.So of course I was a fucking mess. That driver is crazy. Did he not see the car? Why did the car even stop? What was wrong with the engine? I have like six million questions!He called Ryan to come get us. I was in his arms on the side of the road, watching as other cars drove around the wreckage. They donât stop but look on surprised at the mess. Whoever that driver was I hope to god his truck breaks down and heâs fired. Because what the hell?He should have at least stopped. Panic fills me but so does anger. The panic wins though.
\One Year Later/{~~Avery Sterling~~}So, you know how little girls always dream about their wedding day? Itâs supposed to be this big, magical event, where everything falls perfectly into place, and for some, itâs the pinnacle of their dreams, right? But not me. I never had those kinds of dreams. You know how my life was, how crappy my sister and parents treated me. There was never much room in my head for fantasies like that. Growing up, I couldnât even imagine what marriage would feel like because I was too busy surviving and getting through the mess of my family. But, okay, maybe deep down, I had some dreams. Everyone does, right? I just never thought theyâd come true.And marrying Logan Greyâthatâs a whole different thing altogether. I mean, when we started planning the wedding, I was so overwhelmed. There were just so many details, and so many decisions, and with everything Iâve been through, I just didnât have the energy to care about floral arrangements or seating charts. So, I
{~~Logan Grey~~}My honeymoon is not at all what I expected. Itâs one of those situations where you step back and think, How did I not see this coming? But I guess thatâs what happens when you go with the flow and donât plan out every last detail, just trusting that things will fall into place. We decided not to bring Hope with us, even though part of me wanted her to be here. Sheâs spending the week with my parentsâher grandparentsâwhich feels like a huge milestone, not just for her, but for me too. Avery and I wanted this time to ourselves, to really celebrate our marriage without any distractions, to focus on us for a change.Weâre an odd pair to most people, and I know some didnât expect us to last, but weâve made it work in ways that surprise even me sometimes. Over the last year, weâve settled into this rhythm thatâs become second nature. Itâs a good rhythm, one thatâs brought us closer, and made us stronger. Itâs funnyâwhen you think about it, but it feels like so much longer.
{~~Avery Sterling~~}The waterfall is majestic and stunning. Logan suggested we go in naked since weâre the only ones here. Iâll admit, trusting a radically vegan hippie to plan my honeymoon was a bold and disturbing choice. Third year in college she lugged me off to the rain forest where we camped for six weeks so we could connect with the gods who brought us here.It was my worst summer vacation. Six long weeks. But I got so much work done that I felt like I came back even smarter. I love Agatha, but my goodness, her ideas of fun are always nature-like. The lack of wifi is going to kill me, but thank god I got another honeymoon present from Loganâs parents as an apology for the way they acted at the start of my marriage to their son.And that one is for two months on a cruise. Weâll be leaving for that after a week of getting eaten alive by mosquitoes.The water is cold, and the view is even better. I talk alot of crap about Agatha but the woman is far more connected to this world t
{~~Avery Sterling~~}The waterfall is majestic and stunning. Logan suggested we go in naked since weâre the only ones here. Iâll admit, trusting a radically vegan hippie to plan my honeymoon was a bold and disturbing choice. Third year in college she lugged me off to the rain forest where we camped for six weeks so we could connect with the gods who brought us here.It was my worst summer vacation. Six long weeks. But I got so much work done that I felt like I came back even smarter. I love Agatha, but my goodness, her ideas of fun are always nature-like. The lack of wifi is going to kill me, but thank god I got another honeymoon present from Loganâs parents as an apology for the way they acted at the start of my marriage to their son.And that one is for two months on a cruise. Weâll be leaving for that after a week of getting eaten alive by mosquitoes.The water is cold, and the view is even better. I talk alot of crap about Agatha but the woman is far more connected to this world t
{~~Logan Grey~~}My honeymoon is not at all what I expected. Itâs one of those situations where you step back and think, How did I not see this coming? But I guess thatâs what happens when you go with the flow and donât plan out every last detail, just trusting that things will fall into place. We decided not to bring Hope with us, even though part of me wanted her to be here. Sheâs spending the week with my parentsâher grandparentsâwhich feels like a huge milestone, not just for her, but for me too. Avery and I wanted this time to ourselves, to really celebrate our marriage without any distractions, to focus on us for a change.Weâre an odd pair to most people, and I know some didnât expect us to last, but weâve made it work in ways that surprise even me sometimes. Over the last year, weâve settled into this rhythm thatâs become second nature. Itâs a good rhythm, one thatâs brought us closer, and made us stronger. Itâs funnyâwhen you think about it, but it feels like so much longer.
\One Year Later/{~~Avery Sterling~~}So, you know how little girls always dream about their wedding day? Itâs supposed to be this big, magical event, where everything falls perfectly into place, and for some, itâs the pinnacle of their dreams, right? But not me. I never had those kinds of dreams. You know how my life was, how crappy my sister and parents treated me. There was never much room in my head for fantasies like that. Growing up, I couldnât even imagine what marriage would feel like because I was too busy surviving and getting through the mess of my family. But, okay, maybe deep down, I had some dreams. Everyone does, right? I just never thought theyâd come true.And marrying Logan Greyâthatâs a whole different thing altogether. I mean, when we started planning the wedding, I was so overwhelmed. There were just so many details, and so many decisions, and with everything Iâve been through, I just didnât have the energy to care about floral arrangements or seating charts. So, I
{~~Avery Sterling~~}The almost-car accident shakes me up more than I expected, but Logan is fine, and Iâm fine. It all happened so fast, and yet I can still feel the pulse of my heartbeat in my throat when I think about it. That truck had come out of nowhere. The driver didnât even slow down. Had I not tripped over that stone while I was looking for a signal on my phone and heâd come to check on me... logan would have died a painful death before my eyes.So of course I was a fucking mess. That driver is crazy. Did he not see the car? Why did the car even stop? What was wrong with the engine? I have like six million questions!He called Ryan to come get us. I was in his arms on the side of the road, watching as other cars drove around the wreckage. They donât stop but look on surprised at the mess. Whoever that driver was I hope to god his truck breaks down and heâs fired. Because what the hell?He should have at least stopped. Panic fills me but so does anger. The panic wins though.
{~~Avery Sterling~~}Logan and I had left Hope in the hospital. The tiny bundle of lifeâso fragile, yet resilientâwas resting safely in the nursery, surrounded by the quiet hum of machines and the gentle presence of nurses. Weâd return tomorrow, once we were sure theyâd had time to scan her brain and ensure she was truly safe for release. My heart ached to leave her, but it was necessary. Thank goodness she was a baby, still too young to understand fear in the way that we did. She wouldnât know the anxiety, the sleepless nights, the never-ending worry. All she knew was warmth and the safety of sleep, cocooned in blankets too big for her tiny form.The snow had started falling again, soft and silent, covering the world in a layer of purity that felt both soothing and unsettling. Logan drove carefully through the winding streets, the heater on low, warming our chilled fingers. We didnât speak much, but the silence wasnât uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that sat between two peo
{~~Avery Sterling~~}Iâm back in this beautiful pack, surrounded by familiar faces, and yet it feels so foreign after everything weâve been through. the rain stopped while I was away and now we have a new season. The landscape is stunning, especially now, with the first snowfall of the season transforming the dense forest and the lake into a quiet, white wonderland. The snow blankets the ground in thick, untouched layers, making the whole world seem calm and serene, but coldâbitingly cold. It's as if the snow carries the weight of my worries. The weather has shifted dramatically over the past few days, moving from endless, gloomy rain to this sudden onset of winter. So, congratulations on freezing my butt off, even with all the layers I'm bundled in.Logan and I had spent last night at the lake house, a place of solace for us, trying to reconnect after everything thatâs been thrown at us. It was bittersweet, those quiet moments by the fire, the crackling logs filling the air with warm
{~~Logan Grey~~}Avery is coming home today. Avery is coming home today. Iâve been repeating that sentence in my head for the past 48 hours, counting down the seconds like a kid waiting for Christmas morning. The excitement, the anticipationâitâs all bubbling up inside me, and I can barely sit still. I glance at the clock on my phone for what feels like the hundredth time, knowing it hasn't moved much since the last time I looked but somehow hoping the hands of time have sped up. It's been far too long since Iâve seen her.The air in the terminal is thick with the usual airport chaosâpeople rushing by, announcements echoing through the speakers, kids whining in the backgroundâbut it all fades into the background noise. Iâm laser-focused, my heart pounding in sync with the roaring engines of planes outside. Sheâs been gone for weeks, and though it wasnât that long, it feels like an eternity. Weâve been working tirelessly on the cureâsleepless nights, constant research, trial and error.
{~~Avery Sterling~~}Agatha and I had been at it for hours, possibly days, though the passage of time had become something of a blur in the dim, candlelit room. The air was thick with the scent of dried herbs and burning incense, their heady aromas mixing in a way that both calmed and invigorated me. I had never spent so much time in the presence of a witch doctor beforeânot like this, not in such an intimate setting where every movement, every word, every breath was part of a delicate and complex dance of life and death.Iâd seen witchcraft before. In university, we had a professor who dabbled in the ancient arts, using it to enhance her knowledge of medicinal plants and natural remedies. Itâs why i wished Iâd been chosen to be a doctor, it would be so nice to be able to do so much than what a nurse can. But even she had never worked with the sheer precision and raw power that Agatha wielded. It was... mesmerizing. I couldnât help but be drawn in, watching her every move, the way her
{~~Logan Grey~~}Two days without Avery isn't an eternity, but it sure feels like a long time. Iâm surviving, or at least I think I am. Tonight, Iâm having dinner at my parents' place, and the whole family is here to celebrate the newborns. Felixâs child, Marley, and my daughter, Hope. It feels good to be around everyone, even if my mind keeps drifting to Avery. The house is buzzing with laughter and chatter. The babies are in their playpen, tapping at toys, oblivious to the joyful chaos around them. My parents are practically glowing as they fawn over their grandkids, doting on every little coo and babbling like theyâre treasures.I sit back in a rocking chair, watching the scene play out before me. My brothers are in the kitchen, joking around while they cook, and their wives are on the couch, chatting and laughing. And Ronanâs children are lying on the floor coloring something. Itâs one of those moments that feels picture-perfect, like a scene out of some old family movie. Even Rya