It’s about who chooses to stay when everything falls apart.
I folded the letter slowly, then stepped out into the soft, quiet air. The storm had passed. And this time, Catherine’s absence didn’t feel like a wound.
It felt like peace.
Because my real family—Dad, Rachel, and I—was finally whole.
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