Page 98 of Wild for You

No longer a threat.

Just part of our story, the backdrop against which we'd learned that being brave didn't mean never being afraid.

It meant being afraid and choosing love anyway.

I held my wife as the moon rose over the peaks and knew with absolute certainty that we'd chosen right.

The fear would probably never disappear completely. Life didn't offer that kind of guarantee.

But neither would the love.

And that, in the end, was the only promise that mattered.