Edwin turned his head, looking at me with a steady, unblinking gaze. “I’m ready for them. I have nowhere else to be.”
I looked back out at the street. That night felt undeniably quieter, and strangely lighter in my chest in a way I hadn’t anticipated.
It wasn’t because everything was magically fixed. The trauma of his abandonment would take years of agonizing work to untangle. But the air felt lighter because the heavy, suffocating secret was finally out in the open. The ghost had been dragged into the light, given a name, and forced to answer for his sins.
There was no more agonizing wondering. There were no more midnight fantasies about where he was or why he left. The ledger of the past had finally been laid bare on the kitchen table.
There was only… what came next.
And for the very first time in a decade and a half, the five of us were finally standing in the exact same place, ready to figure that out. Together.
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