“Yes,” she whispered. “We would like to stay.”
The sunlight moved across the table, touching the fourth place setting, the brass key, and the folded letter I kept inside the drawer.
I no longer needed the key to unlock anything.
The door was open.
The house was full.
And for the first time, when I looked at the fourth chair, I did not see the place where someone might betray me.
I saw the place where someone could finally come home.
