Rebirth, No More German Love Letters

After Silas passed away, I was consumed by a grief I couldn't escape.

I found his old leather-bound diary, written entirely in German, a language he loved but I never understood.

When my niece returned from her semester abroad in Berlin, I asked her to read a few pages to me.

I thought I would hear words of devotion to the wife who had stood by him for forty years.

Instead, she let out a small, awkward laugh.

"Uncle Silas was such a romantic, wasn't he? These are all love letters."

"Every