We would find a new equilibrium.

A healthier way of being family.

The mountains around us, ancient and enduring, seemed to whisper that time has a way of smoothing even the sharpest edges, given enough patience and perspective.

The morning of our return dawned clear and bright, the mountains gleaming like sentinels against the azure sky as our taxi wound through town toward the airport.

Alice sat uncharacteristically quiet beside me, her usual chatter replaced by contemplative silence as she watched the majestic landscape recede.

“Penny for your thoughts,” I said gently, nudging her shoulder.