“What happens now?”
“Now I stop grieving people who are standing beside me.”
Back at the house, Aria ran her fingers over the stitches in the mattress.
“I thought that seam ruined us.”
“No. Adults did that.”
Shaun lifted one end of the mattress.
“Then let’s get rid of it.”
Inside, I opened Aria’s dollhouse.
Its front door still hung crooked.
I reached for my screwdriver.
Aria stopped me.
“It doesn’t have to be fixed tonight, Dad.”
Shaun picked up the other screwdriver.
“And you don’t have to fix it alone.”
For forty years, I had waited for the children I believed I’d lost.
Aria and Shaun came back carrying anger, guilt, and four decades of stolen time.
I looked at both of them, then set the screwdriver down.
This time, we would rebuild together.
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