Epilogue

The memory faded, leaving Scovia speechless. “Oh my, don’t tell me you’re…” she stammered, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

“The crying boy from the hospital garden?” “Yes, that would be me. The very same. Though, ‘crying boy’ doesn’t exactly scream romantic hero, does it?”

Scovia’s laughter filled the night air. “Not exactly. But determined hero? Now that fits.”

A tender smile touched Aiden’s lips

“So, you’ve been carrying this weight all this time? The weight of a promise made to a stranger?”

Aiden’s gaze softened. “We weren’t strangers, scovia. Not really. We were two souls who understood loss, clinging to hope in the darkest of moments.”

Aiden leaned closer, his eyes sparkling. “And fate, it seems, had other plans. It brought us together again, not as grieving strangers, but as husband and wife, parents to three beautiful children.”