Lillian called softly. “Come sit with us, my love.”
Harper sat between them. “The most important language,” Harper said, “is love. And I learned it from both of you.”
Iris and Lillian smiled, eyes shining. The sun dipped low, painting the sky in gold and rose. Not an ending. A beginning.
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