Days drifted by like forgotten whispers, each one a testament to my realization. I was healing physically, but the emotional wounds were fresh and raw. Every day, Penelope and Norah’s kindness wrapped around me like a protective quilt, offering solace in their gestures and words.
Then, the day came that changed everything. I was propped up in bed, my mind teeming with thoughts about my uncertain future, when the door swung open. There stood Daniel, not alone—but with a woman clinging to his arm. Her hair, a golden cascade, seemed strangely familiar. As she turned her gaze upon me, recognition flickered in her eyes like a candle struggling against the wind.“Wait… she’s my…” Her voice trailed off, and I was as stunned as she was. My heart thudded painfully in my chest.
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