Her Angel MAX

Miracles were part of fairy tales.

Or so I thought.
Then I met Max.
He became my miracle, giving me a life full of love and the family I’d yearned for since the death of my parents. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I belonged.
And then I had our son, and I began to lose myself again.
I got lost in the darkness of postpartum and not being able to hear our baby cry when he needed me. Add in the grief of Nova’s death, and I forgot that miracles existed.
Through his own broken heart, Max searched for a way to pull me out of the abyss I’d fallen into. I let him lead, afraid to hope.
But Nova’s reappearance gave us all a reason to believe in miracles again.
Maybe getting the chance to restore my hearing wasn’t impossible after all.