“But maybe someday you can become someone who does.”

He nodded once, and the marshals led him away.

At the cottage, the air smelled of pine trees and lake water. Dust covered the furniture in a thin gray layer. I opened the windows, swept the floors, and discovered Granddad’s old mug in a cabinet, chipped along one side.

On the second evening, my parents continue reading …

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