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He stared at her, stunned. Just before the crash, he had secretly bought a red Harley\u2014Isla\u2019s favorite color. He had never told a soul.<\/p>\n
But the most astonishing moment came six months later.<\/p>\n
Sophie was in Jonas\u2019s backyard, chasing the family dog, when she suddenly stopped beneath an old chestnut tree.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wants you to dig here,\u201d she told him.<\/p>\n
Jonas blinked. \u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIsla,\u201d Sophie said simply.<\/p>\n
He hesitated, but something in her certainty compelled him. Together they dug. And there, in a rusted tin box, was a folded piece of paper.<\/p>\n
The handwriting was unmistakably Isla\u2019s.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaddy,\u201d it read, \u201cthe angel told me I won\u2019t grow up, but one day a little girl with yellow hair will come. She\u2019ll sing my song and save you when you\u2019re hurt. Please believe her. Don\u2019t be sad\u2014I\u2019ll be riding with you forever.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jonas sank to his knees, tears flooding his weathered face. Sophie wrapped her small arms around him and whispered, \u201cShe likes your red bike. She always wanted you to have one.\u201d<\/p>\n He stared at her, stunned. Just before the crash, he had secretly bought a red Harley\u2014Isla\u2019s favorite color. He had never told a soul.<\/p>\n
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