After hanging up on Alexander, Danielle stared at the call log on her phone. He was right. There was no need to go to that engagement party. She had thought she needed a formal ceremony to say goodbye to her past, but now she understood. A true farewell required no ritual; letting go in your heart was enough.
She tossed her phone onto the coffee table and walked to the center of the living room, where Niki was arranging blocks on the carpet. The little girl’s face was expressionless, and Danielle knew she was upset about having to transfer schools and leave her new friends behind.
Danielle sat down beside her, gently stroking her hair. “Are you sad about leaving your friends?”
A flicker of hurt crossed Niki’s eyes as she looked up and nodded. “Will we ever see them again?”
“Of course, we will,” Danielle said, taking her daughter’s small hand. “Once we’re settled in Northridge City, I’ll bring you back to visit, or we can have them come and stay with us. How does that sound?”
Niki’s eyes brightened, though she still seemed a little down. “But what if I don’t make any new friends at the school in Northridge City?”
“You will,” Danielle said with a smile. “You’re so wonderful, Niki. You’ll make lots of new friends. And uncle Gian will be there to help you get to know everyone.”
Just then, the doorbell rang. Danielle opened it to find Gian standing there, holding a beautiful cake box. “I heard you’re handling the transfer paperwork tomorrow, so I brought Niki’s favorite strawberry cake to cheer her up.”
Gian stepped into the living room, brandishing the box. Niki immediately scrambled up from the carpet and ran to him. “Uncle Gian!”

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