Naomi stood on the porch steps, the warm evening breeze ruffling her hair. Fireflies danced above the yard, tiny sparks of light in the fading sun.
Bailey leaned against her shoulder, quiet for a moment, then whispered, “Mom, do you ever miss our old house?”
Naomi thought of the kitchen table, the iPad, the messages, and the version of herself she had left behind.
“Sometimes,” she admitted, “but I don’t miss who I was there.” Bailey’s small nod, full of understanding, felt like a blessing-
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