After My Father’s Funeral, My Stepmother Left Me Behind and Claimed Everything—Then I Called the Number Dad Had Hidden in My Pocket
Grace shook her head gently.
“You don’t have to turn something bad into something good to justify surviving it.”
Noah looked at her.
That sounded exactly like something she would say.
“You’re right.”
He smiled.
“But I can still be grateful for what came after.”
“That,” she said, “you can do.”
EPILOGUE — THE DOOR
That evening, Noah walked through Grace’s house before leaving.
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