Chapter 9 - A Second LifeMonths later.

The workshop was humming again, but not with stress or debt. Vincent was drafting plans for a community center, a place for children like Lucy to learn about the forest.
He sat on the porch, wrapped in the blue blanket.
Eleanor came to visit, not with lawyers, but with tea.
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“Are you happy, Vincent?” she asked.
“I’m peaceful,” he said. “And for a widower, that’s everything.”