Five years later.
The house smelled like warm bread and strawberry jam.115Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg50qSSAiDr
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.115Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9CgjwqRDnC
"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.115Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDiF6HyTvPz
"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.115Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSMCM1TVEJ6
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Just love.
She didn't just survive her story.
She rewrite it.115Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzeYakEpHUO
And this ending?115Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvazWCi9qpP
Was hers.
🕊️ The real victory was her peace.115Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIQhAegF6pM
And peace... looked just like this.
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and then Add to home screen.