Chapter 18 - The PhotographOne peaceful evening, Mark stood before Clara's photograph.
Lily walked beside him.
“Daddy?”
“Yes?”
“Do you think Mommy is proud of us?”
Mark smiled through tears.
“I know she is.”
Sarah joined them.
The three stood together beneath the warm evening light.
For years, Mark had believed that losing Clara meant losing his family.
He had been wrong.
Families could be broken.
But they could also be rebuilt.
Sometimes from the ashes.
Sometimes with people who entered your life when you least expected them.
Lily reached for both their hands.
“Can we stay like this forever?”
May you like
Mark squeezed her hand.
“As long as you want.”
