Epilogue
Years later, Oliver would barely remember those five days.
But he would remember Elena.
The woman who sat on the floor.
The woman who ate with him when he didn’t want to live.
And every time he saw crumbs on the table…
He smiled.
Because survival, he learned, sometimes begins with someone willing to break bread beside you.
Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered. Any resemblance is coincidental. The author and publisher disclaim accuracy, liability, and responsibility for interpretations or reliance. All images are for illustration purposes only.
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