A forsaken husband with a sick daughter bought a dilapidated house in a small town, but after hearing strange sounds from an old well, he decided to descend. What he saw made his hair stand on end…..

And maybe there, where you go, you can meet again. Without pain, without grudges. Olivia looked at him long, then shifted gaze to Sophie, who clung to her father.

She’s a good girl, Olivia said quietly. Kind. Like I was once.

Yes. And she has a chance to live a happy life. Don’t take that chance from her.

I… I’ll try. But I’m scared to let go. What if there, where I go, no one waits? Someone waits.

Those who truly loved you. Parents, grandmother. And maybe, maybe Victor waits too, to ask forgiveness.

Olivia stood and approached the well. Stood on the edge, gazing into darkness. Nicholas, she said without turning.

Thank you. No one ever talked to me like that. With understanding.

Without fear, without judgment. Everyone deserves understanding. Even those who made mistakes.

Even ghosts. Especially ghosts. Because ghosts are people who couldn’t find peace.

Olivia turned and smiled. For the first time, her smile was warm, alive. Tell the girl I won’t come anymore.

And that… Forgive me for the fear? I’ll tell. Olivia stepped toward the well but suddenly stopped. And also tell that life is a gift.

The greatest gift. And it must be valued, no matter what. With these words, she stepped into the well.

But instead of falling, she slowly dissolved in air, turning into thousands of glowing sparks. The sparks rose to the stars and vanished, leaving only a warm breeze and the scent of wildflowers. The well darkened.

The bluish glow disappeared, and no sounds came from the depths anymore. Only ordinary night silence surrounded them. Sophie approached the well’s edge and looked down.

«Dad, will Aunt Olivia find peace?» She asked quietly. «I think yes, sunshine.» She finally could release her pain.

I feel sorry for her. She was very lonely. Nicholas hugged his daughter.

Sophie was again an ordinary child—warm, alive, with clear eyes. «And know what I realized?» he said. «Loneliness isn’t always bad.

Sometimes need to be alone to understand what’s really important. Like us? Like us?» Mom left, and at first it seemed end of the world. But then I realized I have you.

And that’s most important. They went back to the house, holding hands. Warm light burned in the windows.

And the house no longer seemed alien or hostile. This was their home, their shelter. «Dad, will we stay here?» Sophie asked.

«Do you want to?» «Very much. It’s good here. And clean air, kind people.

And also… Also I think Aunt Olivia would be glad if we stayed. So happy people live in the house.» Nicholas smiled.

His little daughter was wiser than many adults. In the house awaited a surprise. On the kitchen table stood a bouquet of wildflowers, the ones growing by the well.

They were fresh, as if just picked, though no one entered the house at night. «This from Aunt Olivia?» Sophie asked.

«Probably from her. Last gift.» They put the flowers in a vase, and the house filled with summer aroma.

Nicholas understood this was a sign of forgiveness, sign that Olivia finally found peace. Sophie went to bed, and Nicholas went out to the yard and approached the well…