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Today, the firm is no longer just my workplace; it is the site of a restored family. Mia eventually returned home, and she often stops by the office to visit her father. Every time she passes my desk, she gives me a knowing smile—a silent acknowledgement of that afternoon in the dust-filtered light of the bookstore. The brooch remains pinned to my jacket, a shimmering reminder that a single, impulsive act of kindness has the power to ripple through lives, mending broken hearts and leading us toward the destinies we were always meant to find.
