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“I searched for Hayley for years,” he says.
“She told me.”
“I would have searched for you too.”
“You didn’t know about me.”
“I know.”
His voice breaks.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”
I grip the back of his shirt.
“You’re here now.”
“It doesn’t give us back eighteen years.”
“No.”
“Nothing can.”
“No.”
He holds me tighter.
“But we have the next eighteen,” I say.
“And every one after that.”
Footsteps move through the hall.
Hayley enters the kitchen.
She sees us and stops.
“What happened?”
“Nothing,” I say.
Sean answers at the same time.
“She wants to go home.”
Hayley looks toward me.
“Tennessee?”
“Iron Ridge.”
Her eyes fill.
Sean opens one arm.
She walks into it.
For a few seconds, the three of us stand together in the kitchen.
