We named her Daisy. From the very first night, she brought new light into our home. Liam laughed more, filling the house with sounds I thought I’d lost forever. He read Daisy bedtime stories, tucked her into blankets, and told me she wagged her tail at her favorite book. For me, Daisy brought something even deeper—comfort. A reminder that life could still hold joy. Then, a month later, an envelope arrived. Inside was a letter written in shaky handwriting: “Dear Daisy, I hope you’re warm and happy. I miss you every day, but I know you’re safe now. Thank you for being my friend when I had no one.” Tears streamed down my face as I read the words.
