A year after Kai died, Hope organized something special.
A concert—all of Kai's compositions, performed by musicians who'd loved him. Noah conducted. Hope spoke. Grandchildren played.
Lina sat in the front row, surrounded by family, listening to the music of her life.
At the end, they played his final piece—"For Lina, Always." The hall fell silent, transported by its beauty.
When it finished, Lina stood.
"He wrote this for me," she told the audience. "But really, he wrote it for all of us. For love. For hope. For the belief that some things last forever."
She paused, voice breaking.
"He was right. Love does last forever. I carry him in my heart every day. And I always will."