cnu-At my fortieth birthday party, my sister swung a baseball bat into…

of the structure, like scar tissue. But it stopped driving.

That night, after everyone left, Emma and I sat under the lanterns.

“I’m glad we stayed,” she said.

“Me too.”

“I used to think this yard belonged to what happened.”

“And now?”

She looked at the lights, the flowers, the bike, the empty plates stacked near the door.

“Now it belongs to us again.”

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