The loss was devastating. We couldn’t come to terms with it. And then, strange gifts began appearing on our doorstep.
The first gift arrived months later.
When I opened the front door one morning, I froze. A bouquet of wildflowers sat neatly on the porch — the exact kind Noah used to bring home just because. For a moment, I stared at them, waiting for an explanation that never came.
I looked up and down the street. Nothing.
I brought them inside anyway.
Mia smiled when she saw them. Ben just watched me quietly. I should have suspected something then.
The next morning, another gift appeared: a small plush airplane. I knew exactly who it was meant for.
Ben picked it up. “Dad used to say planes like this were ‘practice planes.’”
Tears welled in my eyes.
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