CHAPTER 64 TRUST

Luke arrived home from work with the weight of the day's responsibilities still hanging heavy on his shoulders. As he stepped through their apartment door, he was greeted by the comforting warmth of familiarity—the soft glow of lamplight, the gentle hum of appliances, and the faint scent of Hana's favorite jasmine-scented candle wafting through the air. "Hana?" he called out, setting his briefcase down by the door. "Are you home?" "In here," came the muffled reply from the living room. Luke followed the sound of her voice and found Hana sitting on the couch, a stack of papers spread out before her. She looked up as he entered, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Hey," she said, her voice soft and welcoming. "How was your day?" Luke crossed the room and sank beside her on the couch, feeling the day's tension melt away in her presence. "Long," he admitted with a weary sigh. "But seeing you make it all better." Hana squeezed his hand, her touch grounding