The next morning, the rain was gone.
Sunlight slipped through the broken window, touching the floor where nothing had been just a day before.
Emma woke up first, blinking slowly, as if unsure whether what happened yesterday had been real.
When she saw Rocco still there, sitting quietly near the door, she smiled.
A small, simple smile.
But it carried more weight than anything else in that room.
“Are you staying?” she asked.
Rocco looked at her for a moment before answering.
“I don’t know,” he said honestly.
Because he didn’t.
Not yet.
But for the first time in his life, that uncertainty didn’t feel like weakness.
It felt like possibility.
And sometimes, that’s where change begins.
