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“My family,” Michael replied. “From the moment I ran after you.”
Together they returned to Emily’s grave.
Liam placed a flower on the stone and set down a drawing beside it — three people standing together, holding hands.
“He stayed, Em,” Liam whispered.
Michael lit a candle.
For the first time in five years, he spoke aloud.
“Thank you.”
The cold didn’t feel as sharp anymore.
He had lost his daughter.
But at her grave, he had found a reason to live again.
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