The night was quiet

 "The night was quiet. Piper sat alone in the living room, holding an old photograph of her mother, Patty Halliwell. Sometimes, magic opened the door for them to see each other again, if only for a moment.

“I tried to be strong, Mom… but I’m so tired,” Piper whispered.

A flash of light appeared—Patty appeared, gentle. No longer a memory, no longer a vision. Mom—real.

Piper hugged her, crying like a child.

“You’ve been a wonderful mother, Piper,” Patty said, rubbing her daughter’s back, “and the one who kept this family together after your sister left.”

“I’m afraid… I don’t have the strength to go on,” Piper choked.

“You have,” her mother smiled. “Because the love you have for your siblings, for Leo, for Wyatt… will always be the real strength.”