I Bought My Childhood Home at Auction

said.

“I won’t.”

When the house finally went quiet, I returned to the room. Mom stood in the doorway looking smaller than I remembered.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“I know.”

“I thought silence was mercy.”

“It wasn’t.”

Then I opened Dad’s envelope.

“Astrid,

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