That was the moment the last thread holding me to that house parted.

I did not feel it snap so much as I felt it simply gone, at last — the strange lightness of a rope you have been straining against for years going slack because it has broken and there is nothing left to strain against.

Chapter 6 — The Last Thread

I picked Chloe up and I carried her straight to our bedroom.

“When you’ve got her calmed down,” Zachary called after me, “come back out and clear the table and help Tristan with his homework!”