Her Name is Destiny

Destiny James gave everything to a marriage that nearly broke her.

Now, with the ink dry on her divorce papers and her daughter at her side, Destiny is rebuilding from the ground up — new apartment, new mural grant, and a new rule: never depend on anyone but herself.

But when a quiet, ink-stained art professor moves in across the hall — with gentle eyes, callused hands, and a sketchpad full of stories — Destiny’s carefully guarded world begins to crack open.

Elijah doesn’t ask for pieces of her.

He just offers space.

And peace.

And the kind of presence that makes it safe to fall apart — and start again.

This is not a story about rescue.

This is a story about rediscovery.

Because Destiny was never lost.

She just needed the space to become.