Richard extended his hand toward her.
“You’re going to the best schools,” he said firmly.
Her eyes widened.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
He glanced down at Daniel’s grave.
“For my son.”
Then he looked back at Lily.
“And for your future.”
Without hesitation, Lily stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him, crying once again. But this time the tears carried something different alongside the grief.
Hope.
Richard looked at the grave one final time before turning to leave.
For the first time in three years, the weight inside his chest felt a little lighter.
Daniel was gone.
But the kindness his son had quietly planted in the world was still growing.
And Richard finally understood something he should have realized long ago.
A person’s true legacy is never measured by wealth or success.
It is measured by the lives they choose to lift along the way.
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