We left the letter where we had found the first one, hoping the mysterious friend might return. Life moved forward, punctuated by moments of laughter thanks to Daisy’s antics. Her gentle companionship was a balm for our weary hearts, and gradually, our home began to feel whole again.

Weeks later, as winter gave way to the first hints of spring, I spotted a familiar figure on the edge of the park where Liam played. It was him, the man from the parking lot. He stood at a distance, watching with a soft smile as Daisy frolicked with Liam.

Our eyes met, and he nodded in silent gratitude, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. It was a moment of understanding, an unspoken promise that Daisy was not just a pet but a bridge between worlds—between loss and healing, despair and hope.