Five years later.
The house smelled like warm bread and strawberry jam.36Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIGUlLPsmqq
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.36Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡegf8hVOFTU
"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.36Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5tiZk32Y89
"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.36Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXcfHtykLXC
No ache.36Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOlhnJFzOCM
Just love.
She didn't just survive her story.
She rewrite it.36Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxjfxnhdK5l
And this ending?36Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoIFrGBBICE
Was hers.
🕊️ The real victory was her peace.36Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfiOnEYmKEq
And peace... looked just like this.
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