Years passed.
The coastal town where Stella settled bloomed with color—sea wind, open skies, and quiet rhythms that never asked about the past.
She opened a small music school tucked between a bookstore and a florist. The windows were always full of light. Laughter echoed from inside as children learned to play scales with sticky fingers and nervous grins.
Mischa, the orphan pup she adopted from the rehab center, now ran barefoot through the halls, laughing as he slammed piano keys with innocent chaos.
And every evening, Stella sat by the window with a cup of tea, humming melodies that had no name.
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She still didn't remember everything.
Fragments drifted in and out—a cracked teacup, a swing in a courtyard, a man's voice calling her name in the rain.
But the weight of that old pa
