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Elena froze. “Excuse me?”

Elena sat down in the pew and cried—not from grief, but from the sudden, breathtaking recognition that love, real love, does not end. It just changes shape. Signos Del Alma Rosemary Altea.pdf

“You’re a doctor. You want proof. But the soul doesn’t send receipts. It sends whispers.” The woman turned. Her face was kind, deeply lined, her eyes the color of rain. “Your grandmother says you’ve been angry at yourself for not being there when she passed. She says you were on shift, saving a child’s life. She was proud. She stayed with you until the child’s heart beat again.” Elena froze

But then her grandmother died.