Welcomed Through the Door
Before Jamie could pull his thoughts together, his daughter gently slipped her small hand into his and began walking toward the front door. Her grip was warm and steady, grounding him in the moment. Without saying much more, she led him toward the house, a quiet but powerful message of trust and love in her touch.
As he stepped inside, the familiar sights and smells stirred memories—some comforting, others bittersweet. He hadn’t been home in two years, and now, every corner seemed to whisper stories he hadn’t lived. Still stunned, Jamie followed her into a place that felt both familiar and strangely unfamiliar.
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