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Chapter 4 - Healing the Wounds

Three weeks had passed since the night I broke open the oak door.

We had moved out of that cursed house entirely, selling the property at a severe loss just to wash our hands of its history, and relocated to a bright, airy coastal town two states away. Here, the air smelled of salt water and pine trees, and the streets were lined with friendly neighbors who didn't know our tragedy, giving us the quiet space we desperately needed to heal.

Lily was enrolled in a wonderful local kindergarten, where her teacher told me she was finally smiling, making friends, and playing during recess without looking over her shoulder. Tommy had regained his healthy baby weight, his round cheeks chubby and rosy as he babbled happily from his high chair.

It was a Saturday morning.

I was flipping pancakes at the stove in our new, sun-drenched kitchen when I felt two small arms wrap tightly around my left leg.

I looked down. Lily was standing there, looking up at me with a bright, gap-toothed grin, her favorite stuffed bunny tucked under her arm.

“Dad?” she asked cheerfully. “Can we go to the park after breakfast? You promised we’d feed the ducks!”

I set the spatula down, knelt on the floor, and pulled my daughter into my arms, burying my face in her hair.

“Of course we can, sweetheart,” I whispered, kissing her forehead. “We can do whatever you want.”

She giggled, wrapping her arms around my neck. “And Mom’s never coming back, right?”

The question hung in the air for a fraction of a second, sharp and fragile. But looking into her bright, secure eyes, I felt no hesitation at all.

“No, Lily,” I said, my voice steady, warm, and absolute. “Mom is never coming back. It’s just you, me, and Tommy. Always.”

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She smiled, satisfied, and ran back toward the living room where her baby brother was banging plastic blocks together on the rug.

I stood up, turned back to the stove, and flipped the golden-brown pancakes. The kitchen was filled with the sounds of laughter, bright sunlight, and the sweet, unbroken music of a family finally safe at home.

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