Where the Light Lives
I said I didn’t understand.
And then she told me, and I had to sit down.
They were the gifts.
Every gift I had left on that porch over three years — the birthday presents, the Christmas boxes, the books, the little clothes I’d guessed the sizes of, a stuffed rabbit I’d had embroidered with Josie’s name before she was old enough to know her own name — all of it.
Unopened.
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