“It’s done.

The house is clean.

Everything is handled, and everything is safe, and I’m coming to bring you home.” There was a silence on the line, and then a sound that was half a laugh and half a sob, and I stood in the quiet of the reclaimed house, and for the first time in six years, the silence around me did not feel like distance or absence or the ache of being far from home.

It felt like peace.