My Father's Rival Is My Lover
Grace, now a published author and advocate at thirty, leaned against the oak tree, watching proudly.
Hope and Ayden sat nearby, hands clasped.
Ethan and Liana, older now, smiled quietly from their seats.
And Cassie and Damon?
They sat together, a little slower, a little softer, but their hearts beating just as fiercely.
Tonight wasn’t just a gathering.
It was The Passing of the Flame.
Nova opened her notebook and spoke, voice steady.
"We were not born from silence.
We were born from songs sung into storms,
and stories whispered into waiting hands.
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