Five years later.
The house smelled like warm bread and strawberry jam.77Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP6LT6w1v6D
Angelique, now 9, sat by the window with a book in her lap and paint on her cheeks.
Samantha stood in the garden, barefoot in the morning dew, watching Ryan build their tiny greenhouse—finally pursuing his quiet dream of growing something that never needed fixing.
"That tomato's crooked," she teased.
"Still growing though," Ryan replied with a grin.77Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxgXviRs8HW
"Like me."
Samantha smiled and leaned against the post, her fingers tracing the gold band on her ring finger.
Later that afternoon, a package arrived.
Inside was a fresh copy of her second book—this time not about pain, but about peace.
Angelique peeked over her shoulder. "Is it about Daddy again?"
Samantha paused.
"Yes," she whispered.77Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDLr8a7ggi4
"But it's also about you. About how we found light after everything tried to put it out."
Angelique smiled and hugged her from behind.
That evening, as the stars came out and laughter filled the kitchen, Samantha looked at them—her daughter, her husband, her home.
No fear.77Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7LIM0mLoSs
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Just love.
She didn't just survive her story.
She rewrite it.77Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxrw5CjGp9q
And this ending?77Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0xAvUVfXrA
Was hers.
🕊️ The real victory was her peace.77Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIbdxzxlcQW
And peace... looked just like this.
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