Spring had finally painted the countryside in vibrant colors, filling the air with the sweet songs of birds and the fragrance of blossoms. Emma held Peyton's urn tightly to her chest, wishing she could join him in the afterlife and reunite their little family of three. She spent the entire night sitting on a rock, waiting for the first light of dawn. With the urn in her arms, she prepared to continue her journey just as the village bus slowly rolled into view. The driver spotted her immediately and rolled down the window. "Hey, isn't that Emma? What brings you back here?" he called out.

The bus was packed with villagers heading to town for errands, their curiosity piqued.

Emma gave them a tired smile. "Just some personal business to take care of."

"Your mom was bragging recently, saying you bought a house in Beaconsfield, even a villa!" one of the women chimed in, making everyone lean out to catch a glimpse of Emma's seemingly charmed life.

"Yeah, we were lucky," Emma replied, "But there are things I need to handle back here."

"Wow, what kind of business got you rich so fast? Don't forget us if there's a secret!" another voice piped up.

"We'll see," Emma said, waving as the bus moved on, leaving behind a trail of gossip.

"Do you think Emma's story is true?"

"She does seem different."

something new about her." "Emma's never been one

After more than an hour, she finally reached her home or what used to be her home. It

realized there was nothing left, not even the old well. The place was completely cleared, likely for new development. Standing there,

to head to

very top. Exhausted

some herbs and

lush

Beaconsfield, his arms full of groceries, only to find Emma missing and the nannies struggling to calm Jaime and Heather, who were crying non-stop. He took the kids in his arms, asking, "Is Emma

yesterday," a nanny

sank as he called

the hill, felt like she was in a

vel

this secluded valley. Her father had. dreamed of a

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