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Chapter 3: “There is one last thing,” she whispered.

I knew what was coming before she said it.

“If something happens to me… would you watch over Sophie?”

I looked through the doorway.

Sophie was asleep in a chair, still wearing the white sneakers.

The same shoes that had started all of this.

“Yes,” I said.

Without hesitation.

“Yes, I will.”

Emma closed her eyes and cried quietly.

Three days later, she passed away peacefully.

The funeral was small.

Just a few friends.

A nurse.

Myself.

And Sophie.

Afterward, I began the legal process of becoming her guardian.

It wasn’t easy.

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It wasn’t quick.

But eventually, the paperwork was complete.

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