When Mom fell ill, my sister suddenly became the perfect daughter. She moved in with Mom and kept me away, claiming she was taking care of everything. But I knew my sister too well. Her motives were never pure. I couldn’t stop her, but everything changed when the doctor gave me Mom’s final note.
I never understood how such different children could grow up in the same family. Not until my sister and I became adults. Our mom raised us by herself, and the older I got, the more I realized how hard it was for her.
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I remember the tiny apartment we lived in when I was little. It was always cold in the winter, and I could hear the wind whistling through the cracks in the windows. Mom worked two jobs just to keep a roof over our heads, but it was never enough.
Sometimes, there wasn’t much food in the house. I still remember the nights when our neighbor, Mrs. Jenkins, brought us dinner.
She would kindly smile as she handed over a steaming pot of soup or a plate of pasta.
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I didn’t understand back then how much it meant. I only knew that I wasn’t hungry anymore.
But I noticed how Mom never ate with us. She would sit quietly, pretending she wasn’t hungry, but I knew the truth.
She gave everything she had to us. Over time, though, things got better. Mom found a better job, and slowly, we climbed out of poverty.
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She saved enough to move us into a nicer house, and eventually, Samira and I went to college.
But Samira didn’t remember those hard times the way I did. She was too young to understand the struggles Mom faced.
Maybe that’s why she turned out the way she did. How should I put it? A little selfish and carefree.
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Even after she finished college, she didn’t want to work. She kept asking Mom for money and spent it like it would never run out.
But things took a turn for the worse. One day, Mom called me and asked me to come over.
“Is everything okay?” I asked.
“Yes, yes, I just need to talk to you,” Mom replied.
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Her words echoed in my head as I drove to her house after work. I felt uneasy. Mom never called me like that. When I arrived, the front door was open, so I walked in.
“Mom?” I called out.
“I’m in the kitchen, honey,” she called back.
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I walked in and saw her sitting at the table with a cup of tea. Her hands rested on the table, but they looked tired. Her eyes, usually bright, seemed dull.
“What happened? What did you want to talk about?” I asked as I sat down.
Mom took a deep breath. “I went to the doctor today. Unfortunately, I have bad news,” she said softly.
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My heart pounded. “Why? What’s wrong?”
“My heart,” Mom said quietly. “They gave me a year, at best.”
The words hit me like a brick. “Isn’t there anything that can be done? I’ll pay whatever it takes, just tell me,” I said, my voice shaking.
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“A year is the most I’ll get with treatment. Without it, I might not even make it two months,” Mom said.
“No, no, this can’t be true,” I whispered. Tears filled my eyes.
“But it’s true,” Mom said. “It looks like all the stress and overwork didn’t do me any good.”
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I couldn’t hold back, so I moved closer and hugged her. “We’ll get through this, Mom. I’ll be here with you.”
“I know,” Mom said softly, stroking my hair like she used to when I was little. “Just don’t tell Samira anything for now.”
“Why not? She’ll keep asking you for money when you need it for treatment,” I said.
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“She’s living off her new boyfriend right now, so we can be calm for a while,” Mom replied.
I shook my head. “This is wrong.”
“I’ll tell her myself when the time is right,” Mom said.
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Mom told Samira everything a month after our conversation. Samira had come over to ask for money again after breaking up with her boyfriend.
After talking to Mom, Samira came straight to me. She didn’t even knock. She walked in like she owned the place and sat on my couch.
“I don’t want you visiting Mom,” Samira said.
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“Are you out of your mind? Mom is sick. I’ll visit her. Someone needs to help her,” I said. I couldn’t believe she was saying this.
“I know why you’re so concerned about her — to get all her inheritance for yourself. But that won’t happen,” Samira said.
“Are you serious? I don’t care about the money. I want to help Mom,” I said. “Or are you judging everyone by yourself?”
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Samira rolled her eyes. “I know that’s not true. Mom always loved me more because she gave me more money. So now, you want to get something after she’s gone,” she said.
“That’s so stupid if that’s really what you think. I’ll keep visiting Mom. Someone needs to help her,” I said firmly.
“Don’t worry about that. I’ve already planned everything. I’m moving in with Mom and taking care of her,” Samira said.
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“You? Since when are you so caring? You’ve never cared about anyone but yourself,” I said.
“That’s not true. I’ve always cared about Mom, and now she needs me. So don’t even try coming over. I won’t let you in,” Samira said.
She stood up, grabbed her bag, and left without another word. I stared at the door after she was gone.
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I couldn’t believe how selfish Samira was. I knew she was doing it for herself. Only for herself.
But as it turned out, she wasn’t joking. Samira didn’t let me see Mom, always coming up with excuses like, “Mom is sleeping,” “Mom doesn’t feel well,” or “Mom went to the doctor.”
So, I texted Mom and asked her to let me know when Samira wouldn’t be home so I could visit.
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One afternoon, Mom texted that Samira had gone to the mall and I could come over. I stopped by the grocery store to get some supplies and headed straight to Mom’s.
When I arrived, Mom was lying on the couch, watching TV. She looked tired, but her eyes lit up when she saw me.
“How are you feeling?” I asked as I stepped closer.
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“Not too bad. I’m managing,” Mom said with a weak smile.
“I brought you some groceries,” I said, placing the bag on the floor. “I got your favorite tea and some fresh fruit.”
“Thank you, honey,” Mom said, but her face grew serious. “Why haven’t you been visiting me? Samira said you didn’t want to because I’d become a burden.”
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My heart stopped. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “She said what?!” I was outraged. “I didn’t come because Samira wouldn’t let me. She always had an excuse. As soon as I had the chance, I came,” I said.
“I see,” Mom replied.
“How is it with Samira? Does she help?” I asked.
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“Yes, yes. She’s by my side almost all the time. She cooks, cleans, and brings me medicine,” Mom said. “I think my illness has changed her for the better,” she added.
“Yeah, right,” I muttered under my breath. “And do you have enough money?” I asked, trying to change the subject.
“For now, yes, although Samira spends a lot. I’m afraid we won’t have enough for the medicine soon,” Mom said, her voice filled with concern.
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“Don’t worry about that. I’ll talk to the doctor and take care of everything,” I said firmly.
“Alright, thank you,” Mom said with a tired smile.
I stayed with her for a while longer. We talked about small things. I didn’t want to leave, but Mom said she was tired and wanted to go to bed. I helped her to her room, guiding her gently.
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“Nicole,” Mom softly said when she lay down. “I’ve lived a long life, and I understand everything.”
I just nodded. Her words didn’t make sense to me, but I thought she was just tired.
I put away the groceries and quietly left. But I didn’t go home. I couldn’t. I drove straight to the hospital.
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I knocked on Dr. Miller’s office door, and after hearing, “Come in!” I entered.
“Hello, I’m the daughter of one of your patients, Martha…”
“Oh, you must be Nicole,” said Dr. Miller, not even letting me finish Mom’s full name. “Have a seat. Martha talked a lot about you.”
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I sat down across from Dr. Miller. “I want to talk about Mom’s treatment. From now on, send all the bills to me, for anything,” I said.
“I thought Samira was paying for everything,” Dr. Miller said, his eyebrows raised.
“Yes, with Mom’s money, but she spends a lot too. I don’t want Mom worrying about finances,” I said.
“Alright, we can arrange that,” Dr. Miller said with a nod.
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I felt some relief knowing I could finally help Mom without interference. But I knew this was just the beginning.
When I started receiving the hospital bills, I was shocked by the amounts. Each bill was higher than I expected.
I couldn’t believe Mom had enough money for all of it, considering how much Samira was spending.
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I wondered where the money was coming from. I knew Mom’s savings were running low.
With each passing month, Mom’s condition worsened. Her strength faded, and she spent more time in bed.
She had to be hospitalized, and I was finally able to visit her whenever I wanted. Samira couldn’t stop me from going to the hospital.
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I spent every evening by Mom’s side. I read to her, held her hand, and made sure she was comfortable.
Samira watched me with resentment. Trying to win Mom’s attention, she practically moved into the hospital and never left her side. But I knew her reasons were not pure.
One evening, Samira came up to me while I was sitting with Mom. Her expression was serious.
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“Can we talk?” she asked.
I followed her into the hallway. I crossed my arms and waited.
“Look, Mom’s money is running out. I don’t know how much longer it’ll last,” Samira said. She avoided my eyes.
“I’m paying all the medical bills. How can the money be gone?” I asked.
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“Well, there are other expenses too. Groceries, utilities… I need money to live too,” Samira said. Her voice was softer now, almost like she was trying to make me feel guilty.
“That’s the problem,” I said firmly. “You spend it all on yourself. I’m not going to support you.” I turned and went back into Mom’s room.
A few days after that conversation, I got a call from the hospital. My heart sank as I answered. Mom was gone.
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I was devastated. I rushed to the hospital, my hands trembling. When I arrived, Samira and her lawyer were already there.
“Since I took care of Mom, all the inheritance goes to me,” Samira said instead of greeting me. Then, her lawyer handed me a will.
I shoved the will back into his hands. “Mom just died, and you’re thinking about money?!” I yelled at Samira.
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“I don’t want any conflicts later,” she said, her tone flat.
“You’re unbelievable,” I said and walked away.
I went straight to Dr. Miller’s office. As soon as he saw me, his serious expression softened.
“I’m so sorry. Your mother loved you more than anyone,” he said gently.
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“Thank you,” I replied, barely holding back tears.
“Before she passed, your mom gave me something to give you,” Dr. Miller said. He took an envelope out of his drawer and handed it to me. Mom’s handwriting on the envelope read: “For My True Daughter.”
“Do you mind if I step outside to read this?” I asked.
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I stepped out of his office and sat on one of the chairs in the hallway. My hands were shaking as I held the envelope.
I took a deep breath and opened it. Inside was a will. I read through it carefully, and my heart pounded.
It was more recent than the one Samira had, and it was valid. Mom had left everything to me.
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There was also an account I didn’t know about. The balance was more than I had ever imagined. She had thought of everything.
A small note was attached to the will. I recognized Mom’s handwriting instantly.
I told you I understand everything. I can see real care and distinguish it from selfish motives. That’s why I’m leaving everything to you, Nicole.
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I hope you keep that kindness and humanity in your heart. I love you, Mom.
Tears filled my eyes as I read her words. I covered my face and cried. Even after her death, Mom had protected me.
I felt a wave of gratitude. I didn’t know what lay ahead, but I was certain I would honor Mom’s memory. I would live how she had lived — with love, kindness, and strength.
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Single Mother of 3 Shows up for the Reading of Her Late Husband’s Will Only to Find Out the Lawyer Was His Mistress — Story of the Day
Megan showed up to hear her late husband’s will, expecting closure—not betrayal. But when the polished young lawyer read his final words, Megan learned the unthinkable: everything had been left to her. Not to his wife—but to his mistress. And that was just the beginning.
The morning sun spilled across the windshield like melted gold, casting soft light on the dashboard, but Megan could barely keep her eyes open.
Her head throbbed, her eyes burned, and every part of her felt heavy. The kind of heavy that doesn’t come from lack of sleep—it comes from loss.
In the back seat, Eli and Noah were wrestling over a crumpled snack wrapper. It crinkled loudly between them as Noah shouted, “It’s mine!” and Eli yelled back, “You had your turn!”
“Stop it! Both of you!” Lily, their sister, tried to keep the peace, her small voice trying to sound like a grown-up’s.
“You’re acting like babies.”
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“Boys, please,” Megan said, her fingers tightening around the steering wheel.
Her voice was calm, but there was a sharpness in it, a crack just under the surface. “Just… stop for five minutes, okay? Please.”
The car fell into a brief, tense silence.
Being a single mom was never easy. Megan had learned to juggle lunches, laundry, late-night fevers, and broken toys. But today, it felt like the weight of the world was on her shoulders.
Two weeks ago, Tom, her husband, the kids’ dad, the one person who used to balance her out, had passed away.
The kids still laughed, argued, and played like always. They didn’t fully understand what had happened.
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But Megan did.
She couldn’t afford to fall apart. Not now. Not ever. She had to be their anchor, their shield.
She dropped them off at school. Noah ran ahead. Lily skipped, her ponytail bouncing. But Eli—Eli lingered.
He stepped out of the car slowly, backpack dragging behind him. Megan saw the sadness in his eyes, the weight he was trying to hide.
“Hey,” she said gently, stepping out and walking around to him.
She bent down, so they were eye to eye, and placed her hands on his small shoulders.
“We’re gonna be okay.”
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He didn’t say anything. Just looked down.
“We’ll get through whatever comes. I promise.” She ran her fingers through his hair the way Tom used to.
He nodded, slow and unsure, and turned toward the school doors.
Megan got back into the car. The silence now felt louder than the chaos before.
She reached up to flip down the sun visor, hoping to block the sharp sunlight. Something slipped out and fluttered into her lap.
It was a photo—an old Polaroid, edges curled slightly with time. It was her and Tom, laughing on a beach somewhere.
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Their hair messy from the wind, cheeks sun-kissed, arms wrapped around each other like nothing could break them.
Her breath caught.
The tears came fast, too fast to stop. Her body shook as she leaned forward, pressing her forehead to the steering wheel.
The grief hit her like a crashing wave, the kind that pulls you under.
Ten minutes passed before she finally sat up, wiped her face with both hands, and whispered, “Be strong.”
Then she started the car and drove to the lawyer’s office.
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The law office was too clean, too quiet. The smell of lemon polish mixed with something faintly metallic—maybe from the filing cabinets or the air conditioning.
Megan stood in the doorway for a second, adjusting her blouse and brushing invisible lint off her skirt.
She wanted to look put together, like someone in control. But her fingers shook just a little as she opened the door.
A woman in a navy suit stood to greet her. She was tall and polished, her makeup perfect, her blonde hair pulled back into a neat twist.
Her smile was sharp, like it had been practiced in front of a mirror.
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“You must be Megan,” she said. “I’m Jennifer Green, Tom’s attorney.”
Megan blinked. The name meant nothing to her. “You were his lawyer?” she asked, her voice flat with disbelief.
Jennifer nodded and handed her a clipboard. “Yes. I’ll be reading Tom’s final will.”
Megan took the clipboard and signed quickly, her hand tightening around the pen.
“Let’s just get this over with. I’ve got three kids and too many things to handle.”
“Of course,” Jennifer replied smoothly, sitting behind her desk with a little too much ease. That smile again—it didn’t feel warm. It felt smug.
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Jennifer opened the folder in front of her and began reading.
“Thomas Carter’s final will… item one: the family home… item two: vehicle… item three: bank accounts…”
Megan listened, her face blank. This was all expected.
Then—
“And I leave all assets and property to Jennifer Green.”
The words hit like a punch. Megan blinked. “Wait. What did you just say?”
Jennifer looked up, face calm. “Tom left everything to me.”
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“To you?” Megan’s voice cracked. “You’re the lawyer. That doesn’t even make sense!”
“I only follow his instructions,” Jennifer said, folding her hands like she was preparing for a board meeting.
“It was his decision.”
Megan stood up fast, her chair scraping loudly behind her. “No. No, this is wrong. You were sleeping with him, weren’t you?”
Jennifer didn’t flinch. She only tilted her head, like she was bored of pretending. “He loved me.”
Megan’s chest tightened. The office began to blur around the edges.
She stepped back, barely able to breathe. “You’ll regret this,” she said, voice low and shaking.
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Jennifer didn’t answer.
Megan didn’t wait for one. She turned on her heel and walked out, the sound of her heels hitting the floor the only thing keeping her upright.
Later that afternoon, Megan pulled into the school parking lot, trying to push the morning’s shock to the back of her mind.
Eli and Noah came running, backpacks bouncing, shouting about who won kickball. Lily followed close behind, holding a paper crown she made in class.
“Mom, what’s for dinner?” Noah asked, climbing into the backseat.
“Can we have pancakes?” Lily added, already buckling in.
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Megan smiled weakly. “We’ll see, honey.” Her voice was steady, but it didn’t feel like hers. She kept the smile on her face, even as her heart felt like it was crumbling.
They were noisy and hungry and full of questions, just like always. And she couldn’t bring herself to tell them the truth yet.
When they pulled into the driveway, Megan’s stomach dropped. A man in a dark suit stood waiting on the porch. He held a folder and looked like someone delivering bad news.
“Mrs. Carter?” he asked as she stepped out of the car.
“Yes?”
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“I’m here on behalf of the property owner. I’m afraid you’ll need to vacate the home within seven days.”
She stared at him, frozen. “What? No. There must be a mistake. I have three kids!”
“I’m sorry,” he said, but his voice was flat. “It’s all legal. The ownership’s been transferred.”
Megan begged. She raised her voice. “Please, this is our home. My kids—”
But the man only shrugged. “There’s nothing I can do.”
Inside, Megan closed the door behind her and slid down to the floor. Her back pressed against the wood, her hands in her lap, useless.
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Everything was slipping through her fingers—her marriage, her home, the life she thought she had.
“Mom?” Noah’s voice was small now. He stood a few feet away, holding his backpack. “Are we going to be okay?”
Megan looked at him, her throat tight. She wanted to say yes. She wanted to promise him everything. But no words came.
That night, after the kids were asleep, she walked into the bedroom and opened Tom’s closet. His shirts still hung neatly, still smelled like him.
She started pulling everything down, ready to throw it all away.
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A jacket slipped from her arms and fell to the floor.
Something slid from the pocket and landed near her feet.
A sealed envelope.
She picked it up, staring at her name written in Tom’s handwriting.
With shaking hands, Megan broke the seal on the envelope. Her fingers trembled as she unfolded the paper inside.
One glance at the handwriting, and her breath caught in her throat. It was Tom’s. She’d know those messy, uneven letters anywhere.
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Her eyes moved slowly across the page.
Megan,If you’re reading this, it means I’m gone.I know I already gave a copy of the will to Jennifer, but I’ve started to doubt her. Something feels off. Just in case… here’s the real version. Give it to a good lawyer. One you trust.You were the best thing that ever happened to me. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel otherwise.I love you. Always.—Tom
Megan covered her mouth with her hand. Her eyes burned. For a moment, she just sat there, holding the letter close to her chest.
Inside the envelope was another folded paper—an official-looking document. A second will.
She opened it, reading carefully. Every word felt like a breath of air after being underwater.
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The house. The savings. Everything. Left to her and the kids.
Her shoulders shook. But it wasn’t sadness this time.
It was anger.
Jennifer had lied. She’d tricked everyone. She tried to steal what Tom had left behind for his family.
Megan wiped the tears from her face, but her hands were steady now. Her heart beat strong in her chest.
She wasn’t broken anymore. She was ready.
This wasn’t just about what was taken. With the real will, Jeniffer`s days were numbered.
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It was about what she was going to take back.
Within a week, everything changed.
Megan didn’t waste a second. The next morning, she called Carol Reynolds, a local attorney known around town for her no-nonsense attitude and sharp sense of justice.
Carol was in her sixties, with gray curls and reading glasses that hung from a chain around her neck.
She listened carefully as Megan told her everything, then nodded and said, “Let’s fix this.”
The court moved faster than Megan had expected. Carol brought the real will, Tom’s letter, and the story
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Megan had lived through. The truth came out like sunlight through clouds. Jennifer was exposed—she had faked the will, lied, and nearly got away with it.
She didn’t.
The court stripped Jennifer of her law license. Charges were filed. Megan didn’t feel joy seeing her fall—just relief. Like something heavy had finally been lifted.
In the end, Megan kept the house. The car. The savings. But more than that, she kept something deeper—her children’s home.
Their place of safety. A piece of the life she and Tom had built together.
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One warm Sunday morning, Megan sat on the front porch. The kids laughed in the yard, chasing each other under the soft breeze.
Her coffee was warm in her hands. The trees swayed gently, sunlight flickering through the leaves.
Life wasn’t perfect. She still missed Tom. That ache hadn’t left. But it didn’t rule her anymore.
“Mom!” Lily called, running up with a bunch of wildflowers. “These are for you!”
Megan smiled and took them. “They’re beautiful, honey. Thank you.”
She looked at the sky, eyes soft, and whispered, “We’re going to be just fine.”
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