“Get into my bed right now, you stupid cow!” he roared.
He held the mug carefully, as if it were made of glass.
“Slow sips,” he said. “It’s not tea. It’s broth. Salt will help.”
Emily nodded weakly and drank. The warmth spread through her like a quiet miracle. Her shaking didn’t stop right away, but it softened, like the storm losing its grip outside.
Daniel knelt beside the bed and checked her pulse again. Stronger now. Still fragile, but present.
“You scared me,” he muttered.
She tried to smile. It came out crooked.
“Sorry,” she whispered.
He snorted despite himself. “Don’t apologize for surviving.”
The fire popped. Wind slammed against the cabin walls, angry it had lost her.
Minutes passed. Then more. Color slowly returned to her face. Her breathing evened out.
Emily finally spoke again. “You yelled at me.”
“I did,” he said plainly.
“I thought you were like him.”
Daniel froze.
“Like who?”
She swallowed. “Men who think they own you because they’re louder.”
Something heavy settled in his chest.
“I don’t own anyone,” he said quietly. “I barely tolerate myself.”
That earned a small, real smile.
As the night dragged on, he wrapped hot stones in cloth and placed them near her feet. He kept the fire alive. He never once crossed the line he had drawn for himself.
By morning, the storm had burned itself out.
Sunlight spilled through the window, clean and bright.
Emily sat up slowly. She was exhausted, sore, alive.
Daniel poured coffee — black, strong, the way mountain people drank it.
“You can stay until the roads clear,” he said. “No charge. No favors. Just… rest.”
She held the mug in both hands, feeling its heat.
“I ran because I was tired of being traded like a debt,” she said. “Like a piece of paper with numbers on it.”
He nodded. He understood that kind of past. Everyone up here did.
“You didn’t run,” he said. “You chose.”
She looked at him then, really looked at him.
For the first time in her life, the future didn’t feel like a trap.
It felt earned.
And as the mountain stood quiet around them, Emily realized something simple and powerful:
She hadn’t been saved by a man.
She had been saved by her own refusal to give up.
Daniel had just been there to make sure she lived long enough to see it.
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