Chapter Twelve: The Final Words
My peaceful Easter had been interrupted at 2:13 p.m. by a phone call I'd never forget.
But the Easter that followed—the one where Lily laughed again, where we shared a meal without fear, where the sun shone down on two people who'd survived something terrible—that Easter mattered more.
Because love isn't about grand gestures.
It's about showing up.
It's about answering the phone at 2:13 p.m. and saying, "I'm on my way."
It's about fighting for the people who matter most.
And it's about never letting anyone make you feel small again.
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The End
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