Ninety-five days ago, they made a promise — to trade the bottle for something that truly feeds the soul. 💔➡️🌿 Today, that promise came out of the oven: a golden, glistening apple pie, warm with love and second chances. 🍎💫

Each slice tells a story — of trembling hands that now knead dough instead of reaching for pain, of long nights turned into gentle mornings filled with purpose. 🌅💞 What once was a struggle for survival has become a quiet celebration of self-worth and renewal.

This pie isn’t just dessert — it’s victory baked into something sweet and simple. A reminder that recovery can bloom in the smallest, softest moments… even in the scent of apples, sugar, and hope. 🕊️🥰

Here’s to 95 days — and to the infinite tomorrows they’ve chosen to believe in. 🌟💖