Jacobs Ladder -

It leaned against the underside of a low-hanging cloud, rungs shimmering like heat haze over asphalt. The bottom rested on a mossy rock. It didn’t seem solid, but it didn’t seem like a dream, either. It felt remembered .

That Tuesday, Leo walked the trail alone in the pre-dawn dark, kicking stones. He wasn’t looking for hope anymore. He was looking for a place to put his grief. Jacobs Ladder

“And if I climb off the top?”

And somewhere in the In-Between, a broken bicycle wheel finally stops spinning. That’s the story of Jacob’s Ladder: not a stairway to heaven, but a bridge made of our own unfinished love—and the terrifying, beautiful choice to finish it. It leaned against the underside of a low-hanging