“Heal me and I’ll give you everything,” the millionaire whispered in despair“Heal me and I’ll give you everything,” the millionaire whispered in despair

He stopped going into the backyard because he couldn’t stand the smell of summer. It reminded him of everything he had lost.

Then, one Thursday afternoon, something inside him finally fractured.

Beneath the Old Tree

Miles steered his motorized chair toward the far edge of his property, past the manicured landscaping someone else maintained, past the stone path leading to a garden he no longer cared to see.

An old oak stood near the back fence, thick and grounded, the kind of tree that looked like it had weathered countless storms without ever boasting about it.

Miles stopped beneath its shade and stared at his legs as if they belonged to a stranger.

His hands clenched.

He slammed his fists against his thighs again and again—not because it hurt, but because it didn’t.

That was what he hated most.

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