It had only been a month since we moved into the house by the woods—the place David and I had dreamed about for years. A quiet two-story with a porch that caught the morning light, far enough from the city to breathe, close enough to feel connected. David was mostly in Asia for work, so it was me and the boys—Oliver, six, and Finn, nine—filling the rooms with life. I thought this would be the chapter where we put down roots. The day we unpacked, the air smelled like pine and new beginnings. The boys raced bikes up and down...
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