‘It sure is.’

The hallway light was on, but nobody had asked me to keep it on.

From the next room came the sound of the twins whispering.

Down the hall Sophie hummed to her rabbit.

The house creaked, familiar and ordinary.

Twenty years earlier, I’d watched a red toy truck disappear behind a car window.

I’d spent so long believing that moment was the only story my life could tell.

I still missed Benji.