Over the next few days, I pondered my next steps. I hoped to mend the relationship with my daughter, but it was clear we needed time apart. In the meantime, I needed to build a new life for myself, one where I could find peace and perhaps even moments of joy in the time I had left.

Emily continued to be a source of support, checking in on me and helping with practical matters. Her kindness was a balm to my wounded spirit, restoring some faith in humanity. I realized that starting over, even at 85, was possible with a little help and determination.