Whispers of a Second Life

Because a moment later… he noticed something else. A line of faint handwriting on the

back of the tag: “Come home.” And THIS… this is where everything quietly changed.

He didn’t rise all at once. No… healing never arrives like a storm — it arrives like

slow, stubborn dawn. Caleb tried standing… failed… tried again. He returned to that

bench every morning. A local shopkeeper began handing him warm coffee without a word.

And one day, Caleb used that same cloth he wrapped around his hand to clean the station

sign — a small symbolic action nobody asked of him. Almost quitting… but never fully

stopping. The breakthrough came on a rainy evening. When he turned the