6. News From the City
Months later, Olivia visited, holding a bouquet of roses.
“Mom… it’s over. I left Daniel. I opened a flower shop — small, but peaceful.”
I pulled her into my arms. “I’m proud of you, dear. Happiness isn’t given — it’s chosen.”
As she left, the sunset painted the sky in gold. I stood by the window, warmth filling my chest.
At seventy-three, I had finally found freedom — not in luxury or comfort, but in peace, courage, and the gentle rhythm of a heart that had learned to love again.
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