Chapter 11 - FIVE YEARS LATERFive years passed.

Chicago changed.
So did Claire.
She was no longer the exhausted widow counting dollars beneath a flickering kitchen light.
She was now the director of the Daniel Bennett Family Resource Center.
Ethan was five.
He had Daniel's smile.
Sometimes that still hurt.
But now it also comforted her.
At Christmas, Ethan handed Claire a paper ornament.
Three figures stood beneath a crooked red star.
"Who's this?" Claire asked.
"Me."
"And me?"
"You."
"And this?"
"Luca."
"And these?"
"Grandpa Arthur and Grandma Margaret."
Claire smiled.
Across the room, Arthur pretended not to listen.
At eighty-seven, he still complained about everything.
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Margaret claimed complaining kept him alive.
She was probably right.
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