Neighborly comfort
That evening, Mr. Holloway arrived with a casserole, smiling gently. Megan laughed and hugged him, grateful for the neighborly comfort. Her world had changed completely in a single day, yet it felt safer, more connected. Later, alone by the window, she gazed at the stars, thinking of Beth resting at the nursing home. Hand over her heart, Megan whispered a silent vow: I’ll live a good life. I promise you that.
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