When Dad died, the house went still—like someone had unplugged the sound of pancakes sizzling, bad jokes, and Saturday morning guitar. I was seventeen, Mom
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The house is only a short drive away—close enough that the girls can still wave at their dad’s window on the way to school—yet it
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