They Tried to Mock Him by Giving Him a Blind Daughter, But He Gave Her a Last Name, a Home, and His Heart

The Return of a Steady Hand

Winter grew harsh. The stove burned low, and her woodpile dwindled. One night, when the wind screamed like a wounded beast, she opened her door to find fresh logs stacked high.

Caleb stood in the snow, axe in hand, breath clouding the air.

“I told you not to come,” she cried, her voice torn between relief and anger.

“You can be angry,” he said, splitting another log. “But you won’t freeze.”

Her pride crumbled. “Why do you care so much?”

His eyes darkened with memory. “Because I know what it’s like to watch someone you love suffer, and be too late to stop it.”

Anika saw then—not just his strength, but the sorrow he carried for a wife buried too soon.

From that night on, Caleb not only brought wood but also taught her brother to chop kindling, ride stronger, and trap rabbits. Slowly, laughter returned to their cabin, ringing brighter than the crackle of the fire.

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