Chapter 10 - A New Tradition
Spring arrived in the valley three months later with an explosion of green buds, blooming dogwood trees, and the rich, earthy scent of damp soil.
Lucas and I drove up for a weekend visit, turning into the familiar gravel driveway under a bright April sky. The house looked the same from the outside, but the moment we stepped through the front door, the invisible atmosphere of the place felt entirely transformed.
There were no wreaths on the doors, no color-coded schedules taped to the refrigerator, and no military-grade lists dictating the flow of the weekend.
Rosemary met us in the hallway, wiping her hands on a simple cloth apron. She didn't thrust a blanket into my arms or point me toward a makeshift daybed. Instead, she walked straight over, gave me a warm, genuine hug, and smiled.
"Your room is ready upstairs," Rosemary said, her voice light and welcoming. "And I actually checked with you this time—did you want to help me plant the hydrangeas in the garden, or do you and Lucas just want to sleep in?"
I laughed, looking over at Lucas, who gave me a knowing, affectionate grin.
"I think," I said, slipping my jacket onto the coat rack and walking into the bright, sunlit kitchen, "we'll take the hydrangeas. But only after we've had a proper cup of tea."
"Deal," Rosemary smiled, turning to the kettle.
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For the first time in seven years, I walked up the stairs to our permanent room, opened the door, and saw two sets of fresh towels, two bottles of water, and a welcome basket filled with both our favorite treats. I set my bag down on the edge of the queen-sized bed, feeling a deep, abiding peace settle into my bones.
I hadn't needed to run away, throw a tantrum, or burn bridges to find my place in this family. I had simply needed to stop hiding behind my own flexibility and demand the space I deserved. And in doing so, I hadn't lost my family at all—I had finally earned my true place among them.
