Ten years later, Tasha stood in the same alley, now renovated and lined with murals.
In her hand was a letter.
Richard had passed peacefully in his sleep.
But in his will, he left one final gift:
“To Tasha Carter,
Thank you for giving an old man one last chance to believe. You were the brightest part of my story.
I leave to you the Grantham Foundation—because I know you’ll light the path for others like you once did for me.
Love always,
Richard”
Tasha pressed the letter to her chest.
Then she looked up at the sky, smiled, and whispered back:
“Thank you for seeing me.”
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