A DIFFERENT KIND OF RESTORATION
In the weeks that followed, I did something I’d never done before.
I stayed single.
I stopped running from guilt.
I visited therapy. I began sending money — quietly — to the foundation Hanna encouraged after her recovery. I worked odd jobs, built myself up again from the ashes.
And I happened to walk past the same Makati bakery one day.
Hanna wasn’t present.
However, this time… I continued.
I simply grinned.
and continued to walk.
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