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Chapter 46 - The Quiet Corner

Away from the cheering crowds, near the old stone fountain where the garden pathways converged, I noticed a solitary figure standing quietly by the rosebushes.

It was Paulina. She had been invited by the foundation's outreach coordinator to attend the anniversary as a recognized staff member of the community kitchen.

I walked over, stepping softly across the cobblestones.

“Enjoying the festival, Paulina?” I asked.

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Paulina turned, holding a small paper cup of lemonade. A gentle, genuine smile touched her lips—the first real smile I had seen on her face since our childhood.

“It’s beautiful, Mara,” she said softly. “I never understood what Mom was trying to protect until I realized she was guarding an empty shell. You gave this place a beating heart.”

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