Cup of coffee
Inside, Megan brewed coffee while Robert flipped through the battered address book. “You’re organized,” he said warmly. Megan shrugged, voice trembling. “You never know when you’ll need to find something—or someone.” Robert nodded, understanding. Over steaming mugs, they planned carefully: pay debts, secure their children’s futures, maybe build small businesses. No extravagance. Just a steadier life. Megan’s heart swelled. They wouldn’t waste Beth’s gift—they’d honor her memory by building something better.
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