Chapter 10 - Healing the Wounds
Three weeks passed.
The viral storm eventually quieted down, as internet storms always do, but our home had been permanently altered.
The door to Sophie’s room was no longer locked. In fact, it was wide open. Daniel and Ethan spent two full weekends repainting the walls—not beige, but the bright sunflower yellow Sophie had always begged for. The boxes in the corner were opened. Her old track medals, her goofy sketches, and her vinyl record collection were placed back on the shelves where they belonged.
Family portraits were hung back up in the hallway. In the center was a new framed photograph: Ethan on the graduation stage, holding his diploma in the bright red dress, smiling through his tears.
Daniel had taken a leave of absence from the plant. Every evening, the three of us sat on the back porch, sharing stories about Sophie that had been bottled up for thirty-six months. We laughed until our ribs ached, and we cried until our eyes were dry.
Ethan had received an unexpected letter in the mail from the admissions office of the state university he had applied to. The dean had seen the graduation footage and read Daniel's statement. The letter arrived with an offer for an honorary leadership scholarship covering half of his tuition.
"She’s still looking out for you, Ethan," Sarah said, placing a plate of warm cookies on the kitchen island.
Ethan smiled, looking at the letter. "Yeah. She always did love getting the last laugh."
Daniel walked in from the garage, wiping his hands on a rag. He had a look on his face that was lighter than Sarah had seen since before the diagnosis. He kissed Sarah on the cheek and squeezed Ethan's shoulder.
"We’re doing the charity 5K next month," Daniel announced. "The pediatric cancer run downtown. I registered our team this morning."
Ethan grinned. "What’s the team name?"
"Team Red Dress," Daniel replied without missing a beat. "And before you ask—yes, I’m wearing red sneakers."
For the first time in three agonizing years, the Miller home felt full. The phantom ache in our chests hadn't disappeared—it never would—but it had transformed from a crushing, suffocating wound into a scar of profound love and survival.
That afternoon, Ethan went upstairs to Sophie’s room to hang up a string of fairy lights she had kept in a shoebox.
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He pulled the heavy wooden headboard away from the wall to reach the outlet behind the bed.
As the heavy oak furniture slid across the hardwood floor, something slipped out from the crevice between the wood and the wall, falling onto the floorboards with a dull click.
