I thought I’d left the past behind when my sister disappeared twenty years ago. But the night I found her old keychain lying in my garden, memories I’d buried came rushing back, and soon I realized her story wasn’t as lost to time as I’d always believed. Family is everything.
It’s what grounds you, what catches you when life falls apart. I learned that the hard way – by losing mine once. I don’t like thinking about those years anymore.
The memories still sting. But now, I have my own family, my own home, and I try to keep the past buried where it belongs. That morning was like any other.
The kitchen smelled of coffee and toast, sunlight spilling through the window while I rushed Ethan to get ready for school. “Did you wear your smartwatch?” I asked. “Yes, Mom,” he said with the impatient tone of a seven-year-old.
“Good. And remember, don’t leave the school until Lily comes for you. Promise me, Ethan.”
“I know, Mom.”
“And the rules?”
He rolled his eyes but recited them from memory.
“Don’t talk to strangers, don’t go near strangers, and don’t take anything from strangers.”
I nodded. “Good boy.”
Daniel, standing by the doorway with his coffee, shook his head and smiled faintly. “Alright, champ, go to the car,” he said.
Ethan ran out, backpack bouncing behind him. When the door closed, Daniel turned to me. “You’re going to worry yourself sick one day.”
“You know why I am the way I am.
I can’t let history repeat itself.”
He came closer, brushing a strand of hair from my face and kissing my forehead. “Nothing’s going to happen to him, Claire. He’s safe.
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