CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
The trees, now mature and graceful, offered shade and abundant fruit each autumn, their branches heavy with the kind of legacy that grew sweeter with time.
The garden had expanded into a vibrant, self-sustaining haven tended not only by the seven sisters but also by the children and grandchildren of those who had found healing here.
The pavilion stood as a beloved gathering place, 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 for Elena and Lila, lighter tones, auburn, chestnut, silver-blonde for Nova…yet their eyes remained bright with the same fierc
