Melinda stayed indoors. Her curtains were drawn most of the time.
When she did step out, she kept her head down.
Didn’t say much to anyone because everyone already knew.
One evening, as the sun started to drop behind the houses, Ethan sat beside me on the steps.
“They’re okay now,” he said quietly. He leaned back, watching the dogs roll across the yard, and smiled.
And this time… it stayed.
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