In the corner of the first page, almost shyly, he had written: “If anything happens to me, I hope someone continues this.” Standing there, surrounded by his secret generosity, my grief shifted. The love I thought death had stolen was still alive in that room, waiting. I closed the notebook, pressed it to my chest, and knew exactly what I had to do. His hidden garage would not stay a secret, and his kindness would not en
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