“If you’re reading this, it means you’re still here. And that means you didn’t give up. I knew you wouldn’t. Go live for both of us, okay? You promised.”
Ethan’s vision blurred.
His phone buzzed one last time.
“Thank you.”
He looked at the screen—then back at the box.
No more messages came.
For the first time in months, Ethan smiled.
Maybe life wasn’t about signs.
Or maybe… he had just received one.
