Chapter 13 - SophieLily was old now.
Her granddaughter Sophie was eight.
One afternoon, Sophie accompanied her to the hotel.
The child carried no basket of flowers.
No ring.
No family document.
She was eating a cookie.
Lily smiled at the simplicity of it.
Sophie suddenly tugged at her sleeve.
"Grandma."
"Yes?"
"Look."
Nearby stood an older woman wearing a flower-shaped ring.
For half a second, Lily froze.
Red stone.
Gold petals.
A ghost of the past.
Then she laughed.
It was just another rose ring.
Sophie frowned.
"Is that ours?"
Lily smiled.
"No."
"How do you know?"
"Because lots of people have roses."
Sophie accepted that answer.
Then she asked the question Lily had once asked decades before.
"What if it says Rosewood inside?"
Lily looked at her granddaughter.
"You've heard too many family stories."
Sophie grinned.
And Lily laughed.
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The cycle had returned.
But this time, it carried no fear.
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