Elle Lee In Good Hands -

“Then listen,” Marcus said, not unkindly. “You’ve spent years helping other people heal. Maybe it’s time someone helped you.”

Because for the first time in a very long time, Elle Lee was finally, completely, in good hands. elle lee in good hands

Elle tried to brush it off. “It’s nothing. Overuse. I’ll ice it.” “Then listen,” Marcus said, not unkindly

Elle looked at the ring, then at the man who had seen her at her weakest and chosen to stay. She thought of her mother, who had always told her, “Love isn’t about finding someone perfect, sweetheart. It’s about finding someone who holds you when you break.” Elle tried to brush it off

He turned to look at her, and for the first time, she saw past his professional calm to something deeper—warmth, and maybe a little fear. “Because I’ve watched you walk through this world carrying everyone else’s pain,” he said. “And I realized that no one has ever just… carried you. I’d like to be that person, if you’ll let me.”