Chapter 23 - TWO YEARS LATERNoah was nine.

Emily eleven.
Rocket fat.
Sarah laughed more.
Ryan looked older.
So did I.
Linda remained incarcerated.
Mark too.
The Hale mansion was sold.
No family member wanted it.
A developer bought it.
The kennel was removed before closing.
Noah asked to see it once.
I took him.
He stood where the cage had been.
Nothing there now.
Just concrete.
“You okay?”
“Yes.”
He took my hand.
“Can we go?”
That was it.
No dramatic speech.
No breakdown.
He wanted ice cream.
May you like
So we got ice cream.
Healing could be wonderfully boring.
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