The kind she remembered from childhood.
Inside the house, sunlight filled the rooms.
The curtains were open.
Fresh flowers sat on the table.
And for the first time in a long time, the house felt like home again.
Elena looked at her father.
“You know something?”
“What?”
“I thought I came here to save you.”
Thomas smiled.
“And?”
She looked around the room.
“I think we saved each other.”
Her father squeezed her hand.
And in that moment, they both understood something important.
Sometimes the greatest journeys home are not about finding what was lost.
They are about discovering what was still there all along.
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