“Because I love you. Because Laura would want you to live.”
“You kept everything exactly the same.”
I didn’t answer. I never did.
Instead, I climbed the stairs slowly, my hand trailing the banister, and stopped outside the pink door at the end of the hall. The girls’ room. Untouched. Frozen.
I pressed my forehead against the wood and closed my eyes.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered to no one. “I’m sorry it took me this long.”
Then, as I turned the knob and stepped inside the small museum of a life I never got to finish, Adam’s scream tore through the house from the basement below.
“Dad! Come here right now!”
“I’m sorry it took me this long.”
I rushed down the basement stairs two at a time, my heart pounding against my ribs.
“Adam? What is it? What happened?”
He stood frozen near the back wall, where a wooden panel hung crooked. In his trembling hands was a dusty plastic case.
“Dad… I found this behind the panel. The one Mom always told you not to touch, remember?”
“Let me see it.”
He held it out like it might burn him.
“The one Mom always told you not to touch, remember?”
“There’s a date written on it. The night before… before they disappeared.”
My throat went dry.
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