Chapter 7

Two years later, I handed the company to Bryant. Two years of shaping and teaching him. Him honed by the company's old guard. The sharp edges of youth smoothed into a leader. He was ready.   With my daughter Julie, I started something new. I established a foundation for hearts. Pouring my energy into helping others find the care they needed.   Half a year after that, Julie and I found our peace. Living in a small house by the sea. Julie started kindergarten and I became the village teacher. Still running the foundation, linking patients to hope.   My name got around. Local papers came calling.   A reporter asked, “Why the foundation? What started it?”   My gaze drifted to the horizon. “A boy once,” I said, “healed my heart with his whole life. He promised, even gone, his heart would stay with me.”   The story spread. People talked about Edward. About us. About love that outlasts death. That’s when I understood. True loss isn’t about disappearing. It’s about being forgotten. As lo