“I don’t know what to say,” I admitted.
“That’s okay,” he replied gently.
I reached across the table before I had time to think about it.
My hand covered his.
He froze for a moment, then relaxed slightly.
“I lost my husband,” I said. “And today, I found a part of him I didn’t know existed.”
His eyes filled with emotion.
“I lost my father,” he said. “Before I ever really had him.”
I swallowed hard.
“Well,” I said softly, “maybe we don’t have to lose everything.”
He looked at me, uncertain.
“Are you sure?”
I shook my head slightly.
“No,” I said. “But I’m willing to try.”
The waitress came over, smiling the same way she always had.
“Your usual?” she asked.
I hesitated, then looked at Daniel.
“What do you like?”
He blinked, surprised. “Pancakes, I guess.”
I nodded.
“Then two orders of pancakes.”
As she walked away, I glanced at the empty seat beside me, the one Peter used to fill.
For the first time since he was gone, it didn’t feel quite as empty.
Because somehow, in a way I never could have imagined, he had left something behind.
Not just memories.
But a connection I hadn’t known existed.
And maybe, just maybe, a second chance I hadn’t been expecting.
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