Chapter 13 - The Healing of Scars
One warm summer afternoon, August sat in the courtyard garden while Poppy sat on a wooden bench beside him, holding a small box of soft pastel paints.
"Mr. August," Poppy said gently, dipping her brush into warm water. "Can I paint your hand?"
August looked down at his heavily scarred left hand—the hand he had hidden from the world for over fifteen years out of shame and bitterness.
He slowly extended his hand, placing his palm open on her small lap. "Go ahead, little artist."
Poppy carefully painted a small, bright purple horse over the burn scars on his wrist, smiling up at him with pure, unconditional love.
"There," Poppy said proudly. "Now your hand isn't scarred anymore. It's magic."
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August looked at the delicate painting on his skin, tears of profound emotional healing welling up in his dark eyes as he wrapped his arm around her small shoulders.
👉 Read PART 14 to see the grand family celebration held at the estate!
