My Dog Brought Me My Late Daughter’s Sweater the Police Had Taken – Then He Led Me to a Place That Stopped Me Cold

My husband still blamed himself for taking that road, for not seeing the truck soon enough, and for being the one who made it out alive.

Honestly, the house no longer felt like home.

It’s a shell of what it used to be and is almost always silent.

Lily’s room was exactly as she had left it. Her art supplies and pencils were scattered across her desk, her sunflower sketch half-colored. Her toys still lay across the floor, and her pink lamp was still plugged in beside her bed.

The bracelet she made for me lay half-finished on her nightstand.

The fairy lights still twinkled along the window at night. Sometimes I found myself just walking past her door and felt like a ghost drifting through someone else’s life.

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