Seven years later...

Leah, wearing a form-fitting dress and dark shades, walked out of the airport. She held the hands of two of the most handsome seven-year-old boys one could imagine.

As she stood letting the breeze brush against her, she reflected on how she had long since forgiven her past and moved on. She had returned, blessed beyond words.

The city had changed slightly, but those changes couldn't erase her memories of it.

It remained as beautiful and vibrant as when she had left ...