2/ THEY ESCORTED US OUT OF THE HOSPITAL, BUT NOT FOR THE REASON YOU THINK
That envelope changed everything. Derek, who I believed lost to time and pride, had been quietly watching over us. Inside was a house key, a letter, and a note: “This isn’t charity. This is family.” He had bought a house years ago—just in case. That house was now ours, waiting with open arms and soft…
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