she had a few hours. She nodded and stepped inside.
She moved slowly through the rooms, looking at everything more carefully than she ever had before. The photographs were still on the walls. She stood close to them this time and looked at the younger faces of Daniel, Claire, and Mark, captured in moments when everything between them and their father had apparently still been intact.
She told her children to go ahead and explore.
They took off immediately, running through the hallways, opening doors, laughing at the sound their footsteps made on the wooden floors.
Kylie leaned against a wall and closed her eyes and listened.






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