It didn’t feel real until about a week later. The first few days home were a blur, unpacking, cleaning, catching up on sleep, trying to remember what normal felt like. But now… now the house felt lived in again. Warm. Safe. Ours. Kat, Wolf, and their three kids had left earlier in the week to head back to Jasper. The boys needed to get back to school, and Wolf had club business waiting for him. Kat texted me every day, checking in, sending pictures of the boys, asking how I was feeling.And even though Koda was four years younger, he and Gabe talked every afternoon. FaceTime, voice messages, little videos of whatever Koda was doing. Gabe didn’t mind the age difference, if anything, it made him feel older. Responsible. Ready to be a big brother. He told me that yesterday, actually. “I think talking to Koda helps,” he said. “So I know how to help the baby.”My heart melted. Now, I stood in the hallway with GreenLee, Ciara, Nonna, and Abuela, all of them helping me clean out the room I w
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