WHICH MAN STAYS?
She was part of the turning.
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They spent the rest of the day in the garden, preparing the beds for spring. Leo planted seeds in his own small plot, his face serious with purpose. Liam built a new trellis for the roses. Maya worked the soil, feeling the warm earth beneath her hands.
As the sun began to set, they gathered on the porch. The sky was a blaze of color—pink, gold, lavender. The lighthouse stood white against the fading light.
"I have something," Leo said, his voice shy. He held out a small, folded piece of paper.