The phone vibrated in my hand, his name flashing across the screen. It was as if the universe had finally decided to throw down the gauntlet, daring me to make the choice I’d been avoiding. I took a shaky breath and answered, pressing the phone to my ear. “Hey,” I said, my voice quieter than intended. “Claire.” His voice was warm and familiar, tugging at memories I’d tried to lock…
Leap of Faith
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The Key to Tomorrow
The envelope felt heavier than it should have, sitting there on the table, mocking me. My hands trembled as I tore it open, the words “Admission Offer” jumping off the page. An acceptance letter to the London School of Art, a dream I’d carried quietly for years. I read it again, each line feeling surreal, the culmination of countless nights sketching alone, working odd jobs, saving every spare dollar. But…
