CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
The orchard trees, once saplings planted with hopeful hands, now stood as mature giants offering shade and abundant fruit each autumn.
The garden had evolved into a thriving ecosystem that fed not only the sisters but also neighbors and travelers who found their way to the quiet refuge.
The pavilion, weathered by decades of seasons, remained the heart of their home…its beams carved with symbols of every shared memory, every season survived, every horizon embraced.
One luminous summer morning, the seven sisters gathered once more on the floating dock. Their hair now carried elegant silver threads among the original shades…dark, lighter, auburn, chestnut, silver-blonde…yet their eyes still sparkled with the same fierce joy that had carried them through fire and fear i
