David looked up at me, pale and confused. “Mom?”
I exhaled sharply. “Fine. We go together.”
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Ten minutes later, we pulled up outside Nathan’s house.
My nerves still hadn’t settled. David kept glancing at me, trying to figure out whether this was a prank… or something worse.
Nathan led us inside.
Emily and Jillian were waiting at the kitchen table.
A simple breakfast had been laid out—pancakes, scrambled eggs, sliced fruit, coffee, orange juice.
The kind of meal people prepare when “thank you” doesn’t feel like enough.
Emily’s new wheelchair gleamed beside her.
“Please come in,” Jillian said softly.
David looked lost. “What’s going on?”
Officer Daniels stepped aside.
And then I saw it.
A brand-new guitar case leaned against the wall.
David froze.
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