“And for the first time, he didn’t want that ending anyway.”

Couldn’t… control it anymore π. Couldn’t protect his heart. And for the first time, he didn’t want that ending anyway. His gaze lifted past Malia’s beautiful face to the open sky, and whatever he’d been gripping finally slipped. He surrendered—not because he decided to, not with some grand decision, but because he had nothing left to hold onto but truth. Thy will be done. His surrender belonged to God.