The profound confusion faded, and for the first time in months, she was fully lucid. She looked at me one afternoon, her pale blue eyes clear and peaceful, and simply squeezed my hand. She didn’t have the breath to say thank you, but she didn’t need to.

She spent her remaining three weeks in absolute peace, protected, safe, and draped in the dignity she deserved.

End of story — Part 5 of 5
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