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Lucy once believed she had a loving family and a fulfilling life. But after her divorce, everything fell apart. She was left with nothing\u2014no home, no job, and worst of all, no connection to her son, Harry. It felt like life had nothing more to offer her. But then, everything shifted in a moment of unexpected danger\u2014a car almost hit her. That split second marked the start of a new chapter.\n

As I stared at the family photo, the laughter captured in the image seemed to mock me, reminding me of everything I had lost. My heart ached for Harry, my son, who no longer spoke to me.\n

James, my unfaithful ex-husband, had poisoned Harry\u2019s mind against me, painting me as the one who abandoned them. No matter how many times I called, my side of the story went unheard.\n

Miss Kinsley\u2019s gentle voice pulled me back to the present. Her spotless, orderly home stood in stark contrast to the chaos of my life.\n

\u201cLucy, I know things have been tough for you,\u201d she said softly. \u201cBut I think it\u2019s time we had a talk.\u201d\n

Her words sent a wave of dread through me. My chest tightened as I braced for what was coming.\n

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She sighed, her tone full of sympathy. \u201cLucy, it\u2019s not just about the work. I can see you\u2019re trying your best, but\u2026 my son notices these things. I need someone who can bring a little light into the house, you understand? I truly hope you find your joy again. I\u2019m grateful for everything you\u2019ve done, and I mean that.\u201d\n

I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. \u201cThank you,\u201d I whispered, each word feeling like another crack in my already fragile world.\n

Walking to the crosswalk, memories of better days crowded my mind. Life had once felt so simple, so full of promise. Now, it was as if I carried an unbearable weight everywhere I went.\n

Suddenly, the blaring horn of a car jolted me from my thoughts. I turned to see the vehicle speeding toward me, water spraying as it barreled through a puddle.\n

I froze. My mind raced\u2014should I move forward or step back? In a split second, I leaped forward, landing in the muddy water just as the car screeched to a stop inches away.\n

Drenched and shaken, I sat in the cold puddle as the driver, a man in an expensive suit, stormed out, anger radiating from him.\n

\u201cAre you blind? You could\u2019ve dented my car!\u201d he yelled, his voice sharp and accusatory.\n

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Humiliation burned in my cheeks as I scrambled to my feet. \u201cI\u2014I\u2019m sorry,\u201d I stammered, the cold mud seeping through my clothes.\n

\u201cDo you even realize how much this car costs?\u201d\n

Before I could respond, another voice cut through the tension.\n

\u201cGlen, stop it.\u201d\n

A man stepped out of the car\u2019s back seat, his tall figure exuding calm authority.\n

\u201cAre you hurt?\u201d he asked, his voice warm and kind.\n

Something about his tone melted my defenses. I managed a shaky, \u201cI think I\u2019m okay.\u201d\n

The man, George, insisted on helping me. Despite my hesitation, his kindness felt genuine, so I accepted.\n

We arrived at his home\u2014a sprawling, elegant mansion that felt worlds apart from my current reality. George introduced me to his personal doctor, William, who kindly checked for any injuries.\n

\u201cI really should go,\u201d I murmured after the doctor left, feeling self-conscious.\n

But George raised a hand. \u201cWait,\u201d he said with a small smile. \u201cLucy, don\u2019t you remember me?\u201d\n

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The question caught me off guard. I squinted, studying his face. There was something familiar about his eyes, a glimmer that stirred old memories.\n

\u201cGeorge? George from high school?\u201d\n

His grin widened. \u201cThe one and only. It\u2019s been twenty-eight years, Lucy, and you\u2019re as beautiful as ever.\u201d\n

We spent the evening reminiscing about high school\u2014the silly notes I used to doodle in his notebook, the late-night trips to the diner, and the time we nearly got caught skipping class. For a while, the heavy weight of life lifted, replaced by laughter and nostalgia.\n

Eventually, George leaned forward, his expression turning serious. \u201cSo, how\u2019s life been for you?\u201d\n

I hesitated, but his warmth made it easy to open up. I told him about the divorce, losing my son, and losing my job earlier that day.\n

George reached across the table, his hand enveloping mine in a steady grip.\n

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\u201cDo you remember prom night?\u201d he asked softly. \u201cI told you I loved you, but you said it wouldn\u2019t work because we were moving to different cities.\u201d\n

The memory hit me like a wave\u2014bittersweet and tender. \u201cI remember,\u201d I whispered.\n

He smiled gently. \u201cWe can\u2019t change the past, Lucy. But we\u2019re here now. Maybe that means something.\u201d\n

For the first time in years, I felt a flicker of hope.\n

As the evening wore on, George made a bold but simple suggestion.\n

\u201cHow about dinner? Nothing fancy\u2014just two old friends catching up.\u201d\n

His grin was infectious, and I found myself laughing\u2014a sound I hadn\u2019t heard from myself in a long time.\n

\u201cAre you asking me out after all these years?\u201d I teased.\n

\u201cMaybe I am,\u201d he said with a playful shrug.\n

Just a day ago, my life had felt empty and hopeless. But sitting there with George, I began to see a glimmer of something I thought I\u2019d lost forever: a chance at happiness.\n

Sometimes, life surprises us when we least expect it. What had started as a terrible day ended with a renewed sense of hope and possibility. And for the first time in years, I felt ready to embrace it.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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