The Final Note
Elise watched him walk away. He wasn’t the same man she had once loved, and yet… maybe that was a good thing. He had been broken. And maybe now, he was learning how to rebuild.
As the waiter returned to her table and offered the dessert menu, she smiled politely and declined.
Instead, she pulled out a small sketchbook from her bag. Inside were dozens of drawings by Grace—most were messy and colorful, the creations of a joyful child. But one stood out.
A picture of three stick figures holding hands: a tall man, a woman in a wheelchair, and a little girl between them, smiling.
Elise closed the book.
Maybe, just maybe, some stories didn’t have to end.
Maybe they just needed a new chapter.
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