She explained that she couldn’t change her will without stirring up more trouble, but she wanted me to know that what I gave her meant more than anything she could have passed down.
She wrote that I had been her comfort, her steady presence, her sense of peace at the end.
Inside the same box were receipts, notes, and old photographs—evidence that she had once planned to create a small trust for him.
She never completed the paperwork. Instead, she spent her final months trying to mend things between them, something he never realized until he read her written regrets.
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