and a year later, we got married in a small ceremony at my parents’ house. That night,Leo gave me a worn leather notebook—my old dream journal from high school. He’d kept it all these years, reminding me of my potential. His belief in me sparked something I’d forgotten—my own dreams. With his support,
I left my unfulfilling job and opened a bookstore café. It became a beloved community spot, and as I watched Leo with our child, I realized I had married the right teacher.