Chapter 119
Her father lasted nine months.
Longer than the doctors predicted. Longer than anyone expected. Nine months of being grandfather. Father. Family.
Nine months of fishing trips with Adrian. Tea parties with Sophie. Holding David. Reading stories. Building memories.
Nine months of Sarah visiting. Bringing her family. Making up for lost time. Creating the relationship they should have had all along.
Nine months of peace. Of love. Of knowing he was cherished.
And then, on a quiet Tuesday morning in March, he died.
Peacefully. In his sleep. At home. Surrounded by photos of his family. Of his grandchildren. Of the life he'd built in his final months.
She found him. Checked on him like she did every morning. Found him still. Cold. Gone.
"Dad," she whispered. Knowing he couldn't
