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I came home from my trip and slid my key into the lock. It wouldn’t turn. I tried again. Nothing. I called my son. “Ryan… what’s going on?” He sighed. “Dad, this is for your own good. We sold the house.” Behind him, Diane nodded like it was the most reasonable thing in the world. “You’ll be better off, Walter.” I slowly sat down on the porch steps, looking at the door that used to be mine. Then I smiled… and texted my lawyer.

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“Patricia would have loved this,” Beverly said quietly, breaking the silence.

Walter’s heart tightened at the mention of her name. He had learned over the years to push his emotions aside, to keep moving forward, but sometimes, just sometimes, the memories of Patricia would hit him hard. Her laugh, her touch, the way she always knew when he needed a continue reading …

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