Dianna had spoken with Bill many times before.

What started as a routine call turned into something more — visits to his home, long conversations over tea, and a glimpse into a life marked by sacrifice, loss, and a quiet kind of generosity.

There was just one thing she never brought up.

On her final visit, standing in his driveway after everything had been signed, the thought came back again: simple, almost too simple.

She hesitated.

Then she asked.

Bill didn’t answer right away.

He took two steps back, placed his hands over his heart, and stood there in silence.