Kate moved into her own apartment.
Marcus stopped punishing himself for the past.
We became something like a family—me, Kate, Marcus, Linda. Dinner once a month. Shared jokes. Quiet understanding that none of us had asked for this bond, but all of us needed it.
One night, Kate raised her glass.
“To second chances,” she said. “To people who run toward trouble. To healing. And to friends who became family.”
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