But now, I lower my head, look at my hands, and then slowly lift it again.
The light outside the window is beautiful.
I remember what the family doctor said after examining me.
He said a miracle had happened in my body—everything was getting better.
Maybe… I still have time.
Maybe I can stay with Elara a few more years.
Watch her grow a little more. And then a little more.
Maybe I can also stay with Rhett a few more years—if only just a little longer.
The moment this thought appeared, something long unfamiliar stirred in my heart.
The desire to try again, no matter the outcome.
At the very least, I can no longer use “not enough time” as an excuse.
I lift my head and look at Isabelle. She’s being pulled along by Elara, still chatting.
She’s continuing forward, on her own path.
