Marian walked in holding a massive bouquet of champagne roses, each bloom carefully wrapped with a card tucked right in the middle.
Teresa’s eyes instinctively flicked to the flowers, but the second she noticed her daughter and son-in-law watching her, she looked away like she’d been burned.
“Take them away. I don’t want to see anything,” she said, her voice a little too sharp.
Marian hesitated, then pleaded, “Please, ma’am. Just take a look at the card. Mr. Aldridge put so much thought into it.”
“Just leave them there,” Teresa said, her tone suddenly stern. “Go pack the clothes.”
Marian could only sigh, putting the bouquet down on the table before heading over to pack the last of Teresa’s clothes into the suitcase.
The hospital room grew uncomfortably quiet.
Emmy caught James’s eye and then broke the silence. “Mom, James and I will take these things down to the car.”
She turned to Marian. “Can you grab this bag? James can get the suitcase.”
Marian had just finished packing the last shirt. “Sure thing. Thanks, James.”
The three of them walked out, closing the door behind them.
Suddenly, the room felt too big and too empty.
Teresa sat alone on the couch, her gaze distant and unfocused.
She sat there for a long time before finally looking over at the bouquet of champagne roses sitting on the table.
She didn’t move at first. Then, slowly, she pushed herself up with the help of the couch arm and her cane and made her way over.
Her hand trembled as she reached through the flowers and picked up the card.
The handwriting was instantly recognizable—strong and steady, just like all those years ago, but gentler now, as if holding something back.
Teresa,
Congratulations on leaving the hospital—and most of all, on getting your freedom back. The years behind you were like one long, endless rainstorm: your wings got soaked, but in the end, the sky cleared. Now the sun’s out, the road ahead is dry, and there’s no need to look back at the mud. There’s a whole world waiting for you, bright and full of gentle breezes. Be brave. Go see all the places you’ve never seen. You don’t have to live for anyone else anymore—just for yourself. Whether you notice me or not, I’ll always be hoping you find your own sunny days.
A single, hot tear hit the card and blurred the ink.
And then the tears just kept coming, silent and unstoppable.
She pressed the card to her chest, as if she could push all those feelings—twenty years too late—straight into her heart.
Too late.
Andrew, it’s just too late.
One wrong choice, and her whole life had gone off track the moment she picked Cooper.
Every scar she carried was proof of how badly she’d misjudged.

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