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of rest. Everything about this house feels

as right as it did the day I first stepped

through those doors. But at the same

time, it’s different. Whether that is a good

or bad thing is unknown right now.

I make my list for the bake sale as

I sit at the breakfast island. I'll stop at

the store on my way back from the

library. Willow is at basketball practice,

and Gracie has a playdate, so I have the

day to myself. I'll spend it editing a