A second chance
The farmhouse hummed with life again. Rosemary found comfort in the main rooms, while Lilly found purpose restoring the attic’s broken corners. They fell into a rhythm of shared meals and quiet conversations, the creaking house no longer echoing with emptiness. Instead of a haunting, Lilly discovered hope. It didn’t feel strange to share her home. It felt like fate — like her journey had always been meant to find Rosemary.
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