Chapter 2039 Final Words
- If Alphonse and Bethany knew about the illness, the family could have pulled their chairs closer, sharing soup, stories, and the final slow sunsets.
- But life rarely grants do-overs, and fate never rewinds the reel.
- The days in Drocver blurred—flowers ordered, eulogies written, earth turned. After the final hymn drifted over the fresh mound, Cecilia lingered before the granite headstone. Footsteps crunched behind her, and Jonas—black suit crisp, eyes kind—extended a sealed envelope edged in silver.