A quiet, honest life filled with love and sidewalk chalk and sunflower gardens. Luke had found peace somewhere else. Mama had made her own peace in believing Laura was gone for good.
And maybe that was okay. The truth would only break the pieces we’d barely managed to hold together. As the last bit of paper turned to ash, I whispered, “Goodbye, Laura.”
She was living her truth—quietly, bravely—in a yellow house far from here. And somehow, that was enough. Tell us what you think about this story, and share it with your friends.
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