Inheritance
Rosemary’s face softened as memories unfolded. “My dad lived up here more than fifteen years. It gave him independence while letting me care for him. We ate meals together, laughed often, and he taught me everything he knew. It was the happiest time of my life.” Her voice caught, trembling. “When he passed, he left this attic house to me. I stayed, because being here felt like he never really left.”
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