A/N: From now on, I will refer to Joan as Lovely—her new identity.
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Joan woke up every morning in her new life as Lovely Lewis to a world entire of color and endless possibilities—a world she had worked so hard to recover after years of hardship and loss.
Every sunrise reminded her of her tenacity and will, and it seemed like a tiny win.
But despite the change in her name and identity, she still harbored a profound, quiet longing that served as a painful reminder of her cherished Grandmother, Eleanor.
The brightness of her new existence was softly shadowed by the recollections of the cozy, pleasant times they had spent together.
No matter how many environments she immersed herself in or the faces she encountered, nothing could extinguish her deep-seated compassion for the frail woman who had lavished her with unconditional love.