For one brief second, I could almost hear Robert’s footsteps behind me.
I turned.
There was no one there.
Only the sunlight, the dust, and the quiet proof that a life could continue without betraying the life that came before it.
Lucas reached for my hand as I entered the kitchen.
This time, he waited for me to take his.
I did.
And while the evening settled gently over the house Robert and I had built, the front door remained open, not because anyone could claim it, but because we finally understood what it had always been for.
