Weeks later, when life calmed down, Hannah and I sat on the porch with our children, watching the sunset paint the sky gold. She rested her head on my shoulder and said softly, “Would you have still loved me if you’d known?”
The Legend of Our Little Town
It’s been years since that day. Around town, our story has taken on a life of its own. The same neighbors who once gossiped now tell newcomers, “You know that family on the corner? That’s the man who married a homeless woman — and found his soulmate.”
Every winter, when the first snow falls, I stand by the window and watch the flakes drift down like the day I first saw her.
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