We watched the bobber float on the water as the sun went down, casting long shadows through the pines. We were two broken pieces of a family, glued together by tragedy and a handwritten will, trying to make a whole.
It wouldn’t be perfect. There would be nightmares. There would be questions I didn’t know how to answer. But as I looked at her, safe and warm in her jacket, I knew one thing for sure.
I had kept my promise to my brother.
Taylor was home.
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