Meant for you
Robert stepped closer, his voice hushed. “You meant it for Megan?” Beth nodded, her clouded eyes twinkling faintly. “And now, perhaps for you too. Life weaves blessings together.” Megan’s chest tightened. The stroller wasn’t a mistake—it was a gift, carefully planted to bloom when discovered. She wiped her cheeks, whispering thanks. Beth trembled but smiled. “Make a good life, dear. That’s all I ever wanted.” Megan silently promised she would.
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