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Ryan: Dani's house was quiet. Our hearts hammering in our chests were the only sound breaking the stillness between us. The moment she said she would marry me, I did two things: I went and bought her a ring and drew up the contract, and now that we were on a new day, it felt like the perfect time to smooth things out. The contract lay on the kitchen table beside our coffee. The thick stack looked back at us, symbolizing everything we were trying to navigate and the futures we were trying to shape. But right now, it didn't feel like a business deal. It felt like something more—a commitment we were both trying to wrap our heads around, a way for us to find survival, a fragile thing wrapped in something more. She sat across from me, her arms folded loosely, her eyes distant, as if gatheri