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“DAD, THOSE KIDS IN THE TRASH LOOK LIKE ME!” — BOY IMPRESSES BILLIONAIRE…

Epilogue

When Sarah and Mike stepped outside, the sky was clear. The floor where the door had been had closed, and two flowers were growing there: one white and one blue.

That night, Emma drew Ila and Liam in a field of light, smiling.
“They’re okay now,” she whispered.

Weeks later, the house was at peace. They planted a tree in the garden as a symbol of hope.

Sometimes Emma would look out the window and say softly,
“Thank you, Ila. Thank you, Liam.”

Sarah smiled, knowing some bonds are too strong for death to break. Deep in the forest, laughter still echoed: proof that love never fades, and that some endings are, in fact, new beginnings.

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