Everything had changed
One spring morning, Megan found Beth sleeping peacefully by the window, Louise smiling softly at the door. Megan sat quietly, letting the peace wrap around her. She thought about how much had changed—how she wasn’t just surviving anymore but truly living, carrying purpose. The stroller stayed polished in her garage, no longer an object but a symbol, waiting for the day she might pass it on to her own son.
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