THE LAST PROMISE
I visited the quiet plot beneath the old oak tree with Harold.
There was no headstone.
Just grass, wind, and a sense of stillness that felt like a hand placed gently on your shoulder.
Harold stood a few feet away, giving me space.
I knelt and placed my palm on the earth.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t here,” I whispered.
The wind moved through the leaves.
And I spoke like he could hear me anyway.
“I found it,” I said. “I found what you left. I found the truth.”
My throat tightened.
“I wish you’d trusted me sooner,” I admitted. “But… I understand why you didn’t.”
I swallowed.
“I won’t waste this second chance,” I promised. “Not the one you fought for.”
