The photographs were still on the walls. She stood close to them this time and looked at the younger faces of Daniel, Claire, and Mark, captured in moments when everything between them and their father had apparently still been intact.
She told her children to go ahead and explore.
They took off immediately, running through the hallways, opening doors, laughing at the sound their footsteps made on the wooden floors.
Kylie leaned against a wall and closed her eyes and listened.
The house had always been so quiet in all
