Chapter 31 The House She Built

I walk through the house slowly now.

Not because I'm tired

But because I want to remember.

Every creak in the floorboard.

Every beam of light through the hallway window.

Every corner that still hums with her.

It's not a museum.

It's not haunted.

It's alive.

Because love that deep doesn't leave.

It just settles in.

Like dust on pages.

Like war

            
            

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