“I thought… you’d be better off. And I didn’t want to tarnish your mother’s memory.”

“You don’t get to decide that,” she said.

“I know that now. And I am so sorry.”

For the first time, I saw tears in his eyes.

Lyra held up one of the documents. “This is real? You did all this?”

“Yes. I worked as hard and as long as I could to fix it.”

But Jenny shook her head.

“You missed everything.”

“I know.”

“I graduated. I moved out. I came back. You weren’t there for any of it.”

Silence.

Jenny looked like she wanted to say more, but instead she turned away, years of pain sitting quietly with her.

Dora stepped closer until there was no distance left.

“Are you staying this time?”

For a second, I thought he might hesitate.

But he didn’t.

“If you’ll let me.”

No one hugged. No one rushed forward.

Instead, Dora said, “We should start preparing dinner.”

Like that was simply… the next step.

So we did.

Dinner felt different that night. Not tense—just unfamiliar.

Edwin sat at the end of the table like he didn’t want to take up space.

Dora asked him something small—about work, I think.

He answered.