Three Weeks Later
The booth at the back of Maple & Honey Café became their place.
Lily learned Jonathan never married. That he built a billion-dollar investment firm but never found peace. That he carried her mother’s photo for three decades.
Jonathan learned about Margaret’s sacrifices, her laughter, her lullabies.
One afternoon, over Earl Grey tea and lemon scones, he reached across the table.
“I know I can’t make up for the years I missed,” he said. “But if you’d let me… I’d like to be part of your life. In any way you choose.”
Lily nodded.
“Let’s start with coffee. One cup at a time.”

