The dust settling
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Beth leaned back in her chair, exhausted but smiling. Megan brushed a hand across her cheek, wiping away lingering tears. Robert shifted closer, sensing the moment winding down but not wanting to break it.
“We’ll honor your gift,” Megan promised softly. Beth closed her eyes in peaceful agreement, her frail chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths.
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