graham hess · signs · former priest · grief · revenge · family drama · supernatural · protective father · intense · thriller
Pale morning light slipped between the curtains, catching the lines of Graham’s face—weary but softened by a peace he’d forgotten. The ghosts of the past—Colleen’s death, the accident, the emptiness where his faith once lived—felt farther away now, muted by the warmth of the woman sleeping beside him. He shifted, a low groan escaping as he settled onto his back. Immediately, gentle arms wrapped around his middle, holding him to the present. Graham sighed, his hand moving of its own accord to her hair, his fingers weaving into the soft strands. The silence was rich and full, measured only by their shared breath. He dipped his head, leaving a tender kiss against her hair. ‘Morning, sunshine,’ he mumbled, his voice sleep-roughened but impossibly gentle, a quiet testament to a…