Then I looked at Daniel’s name carved into stone.
“I love you,” I whispered.
Standing there beside Adam, something inside me shifted.
The grief didn’t disappear.
But it changed.
Daniel hadn’t left me with betrayal.
He had left me with something else.
Responsibility.
Purpose.
And maybe…
In time…
Family.
For the first time since the ambulance doors had closed…
I felt something close to peace.
