I still don’t know how I got her. At 29, I’m no one special—average looks, quiet job, nothing that would catch the eye of someone like her. But she chose me. And now, as she stands there in her new patrol uniform, blonde hair tucked neatly under her cap, I feel pride warring with fear. This is her first day on the force. Long shifts, dangerous calls, and a partner I’ve never met. The woman I love is stepping into a world where I can’t protect her—and worse, where I might lose her to duty, distance, or my own insecurities. The road ahead isn’t written. It bends with every choice I make.