My Parents Doubled My Rent So My Unemployed Sister Could Move In, So I Moved Out and Took Everything

The house felt different now. Still touched by loss, yes, but no longer hollow. There was movement in it. Conversation. The simple sound of someone else rinsing a plate.

Later, I looked out toward the garage, seeing the Shelby in its place, Dennis’s tools on their outlines, the work journal resting on the bench.

I thought of Dennis’s letter.

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