On the morning of her father’s funeral, Hazel moved through the quiet hours with a heavy heart. A cup of coffee cooled in her hands as she scrolled through old photos, searching for something that felt familiar—his smile, his steady presence, the way he stood proudly beside the car he had cared for over many years. When her stepmother, Karen, called to say she would not be attending, Hazel took on the responsibility alone.
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