A Family Rewritten
By the time the service ended, none of us could speak. We were standing in the ruins of old certainties, trying to piece together a new picture of the woman we thought we knew.
At the reception, I approached Caleb. He looked older, softer, but still carrying a weight I couldn’t name.
“Would you stay?” I asked. “Let us get to know her. Let us… try again.”
He nodded, eyes glassy. “That’s all I’ve wanted.”
