He wrote her a letter he never intended to send, letting gratitude and sorrow spill onto the page. It wasn’t closure, not entirely, but it felt like a first step toward accepting what had always been true.
One quiet morning, Adam stepped outside for fresh air. The city felt different, softer somehow. He inhaled deeply, letting the past finally loosen its grip. Healing would take time, but for the first time in weeks, he felt the faint, fragile shape of a beginning.