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The Weight of Gossip
But in a small town, kindness is never free of judgment.
On Sunday morning, Anika walked up the church steps. Caleb offered his arm, steady and firm, to guide her inside. The whispers started immediately.
Anika’s face burned. Caleb’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing. He simply led her past the stares, his presence shielding her more than words ever could.
That night, fear of scandal consumed her. By the fire’s dim light, she told Caleb he must not come again.
“You’ve done enough,” she said, tears glistening. “If people keep talking, they’ll ruin me.”
“Let them,” Caleb replied, voice firm.
“You don’t understand,” she whispered, breaking inside. “Please, Caleb.”
He looked at her for a long moment. Then, with the heaviness of a man carrying his own grief, he nodded and left. The silence that followed was more painful than the storm’s roar.
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