The next morning, I called Thomas and asked to see inside Arthur’s house one more time.
He agreed.
I brought all seven kids. They were part of every decision I made.
Thomas opened the front door.
“You’ve got a few hours.”
I nodded.
The house felt different as I walked through it slowly.
The photos were still there. I stepped closer this time. Younger versions of Daniel, Claire, and Mark, smiling.
I glanced toward the hallway.
“Go ahead, explore,” I told my kids.
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