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Later, Emily tried to resign.
“Leave?” Jonathan whispered. “You saved my son.”
Months passed. The house filled with warmth. Noah grew stronger. Emily studied and built a future. Jonathan learned how to listen.
One evening, Jonathan offered Emily a simple pendant—a white gold paper airplane.
“So we can fly together,” he said.
And when Noah laughed and teased them, the sound healed everything.
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