At the base of the old oak, I left a bouquet. “You were never forgotten,” I whispered. “And now, neither am I.”
The breeze stirred, and for the first time, I felt peace—not because of what I’d gained, but what I’d built.
Rachel’s legacy wasn’t money. It was strength. And from it, something beautiful had grown
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