The Final Appraisal at the Lake House Before the Family Reckoning

slid down her cheeks.

No performance.

No control.

Just my little girl in navy.

Mark looked at his envelope but did not open it.

“Is mine a lecture too?” he asked.

“No,” I said. “It is a memory.”

He laughed weakly.

“I bet.”

“It’s about the summer you rebuilt the dock stairs with me.”

He froze.

“You remember that?”

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