Chapter 13
I took a sip of my cold lemonade, feeling the warm Colorado sun soaking into my skin. The house behind me was no longer a monument to a past that had abandoned me; it was a living, breathing refuge for people who truly understood the value of every single day.
For seven decades, I had lived for everyone else.
Now, with the mountain peaks rising proud against the blue sky and the laughter of children filling my garden, I was finally, unconditionally, home.
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