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“I’ll stay,” she said. “As their aunt. As long as they need me.”
And so she did.
The boys grew.
They healed.
And slowly, so did Ethan.
Years later, when the truth was finally told, the boys understood.
“You were sent to us,” the oldest said once. “Because Mom knew we’d need you.”
And Lauren believed that was true.
Because sometimes love doesn’t end with death.
Sometimes, it finds another way home.
I do not look back after the hotel vanishes behind the bend of the coastal road. The Gulf Shores night slides past the …
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