We stayed at the park for hours. At one point, Zoey toddled over to Hannah and reached for her wrist.
Hannah smiled, then untied the bracelet. The same one her husband had worn in that coffee shop.
She looked at me.
“She plays with it,” she said.
“Sometimes she wears it.”
My heart twisted.
“I remember the day we made that,” I said. “You said the crooked knot made it special.”
Hannah laughed quietly. “It still does!”
I looked at her — at the woman she had become.
So much had changed. But she was alive. She was here.
“I missed so much,” I whispered.
She didn’t answer immediately.
Then she reached over and took my hand.
“We both did.”
There was no grand fix that day. No perfect ending. But there was understanding.
Forgiveness. And love.
The weeks that followed felt surreal.
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