SIMON THE ZILLIONAIRE FROM NOWHERE

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Jennifer sat up in bed, her heart pounding. She could still feel Frank’s presence lingering in the air around her, though she knew it was only a dream. It had felt so real—the sound of his voice, the warmth of his touch. She rubbed her hands over her face, trying to steady herself. The dream had been so vivid, so full of emotions she hadn’t allowed herself to feel since his death.

In the dream, Frank had appeared to her in a soft golden light, standing by the window where she always waited for him when he would come home late from work. He hadn’t spoken at first, just smiled at her with that comforting expression he always had. Then, he’d stepped closer, taking her hand in his and saying words she hadn’t expected to hear.

“You have to let me go, Jen,” he’d said gently. “I’m not here anymore, but you are. And you need to live.”

Tears welled up in her eyes as she had stared at him, unable to find her voice. How could she let him go? How could she ever say goodbye to the person who had b