Somewhere over the ocean, the strangest thought hit me. The stumps on her back… what if they were her angel wings? I know it was just a dream. The mind is an incredible thing—finding patterns, making connections that may not even be real. But… the thought of it… was enough to break me again.

I had held it together for as long as I could. But now… the floodgates opened.

After years of illness, delays, and guilt, I was finally here—taking Janice to the place she had always wanted to be. I stood where she asked me to scatter her ashes, the wind carrying her into the landscape she loved.

She was home.

And now, I had to let go.