He watched her leave and understood that the past could not be rewritten. But the future, uncertain and fragile, was still waiting.
For the first time in thirty years, he was not alone.
A millionaire bu/rie/d his wife. He was returning from the cemetery. By the gate sat an old woman. He gave her money. She took it, looked at him, and quietly asked, “And what will you say to your daughter?” He froze. He had no daughter…
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