With regret and love,

I broke out into tears as I finished reading the letter. Gertrude’s actions had been misguided, but in her own way, she had tried to make things right. The wealth hidden in that old couch was more than just money—it was a second chance, a means to rebuild our lives and secure Timmy’s future.

We sat together and I hugged Timmy tightly. “We’re going to be okay, son,” I whispered. “We’re going to be just fine.”

At this time, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. Though the path ahead was still uncertain, with this newfound support, I knew we could face whatever challenges came our way. And maybe, just maybe, I could find it in my heart to forgive Gertrude and let go of the bitterness that had haunted me for so long.