CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
Daniel left the park with his thoughts swirling in a confusing mix of nostalgia and clarity. His encounter with Olivia had stirred emotions he thought he had buried, but there was something freeing about the candid exchange they had shared. For the first time in months, he felt that he could let go—not of the memories, but of the weight they carried. Olivia’s words echoed in his mind: Maybe we needed to go through it to figure out who we really are. --- Meanwhile, Ethan sat in his apartment, staring at a blank canvas. The brushes and paints were arranged neatly before him, but inspiration refused to come. He thought about Olivia, about the way she had seemed lighter lately, even amid the turmoil that had consumed their lives. He reached for his phone, tempted to text her. Their con
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