Later that night, he found Amina standing alone in the kitchen.
“I don’t understand what you’re doing,” he said quietly, his voice shaking slightly. “But please… don’t stop.”
Amina offered him a gentle smile.
“I’m not trying to fix them,” she said. “I’m simply loving them exactly where they are.”
Months later, the mansion no longer feels like a tomb.
Margaret’s photographs once again hang proudly on the walls.
And every night, four little girls fall asleep knowing they are surrounded by memories, by love, and by someone who chose to stay.
