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“I kept it,” I whispered, not just the business or the house, but the part of me that still believed in rebuilding after destruction.
That night, I stood in my kitchen eating a slice of lemon cake while the city moved around me, and for the first time in a long time, my name felt like something I owned completely.
It was enough.
The End.
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