5. A New Dawn
At the care home, peace finally returned. No shouting. No fear. Only gentle laughter and quiet mornings. One afternoon, I ran into George, an old childhood friend I thought I’d lost forever.
“I never imagined seeing you again, Margaret,” he said, smiling.
“Maybe fate still had one story left for us,” I replied, laughing. And for the first time in years, it felt real.
