A fresh start.
The right next step.
Danny looked at me.
“You can go.”
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I nodded.
Then he added, “You can come back too.”
I cried harder.
Mom put both hands over her face.
Danny seemed confused by the reaction.
He looked at the MC.
“She’s crying a lot.”
The MC whispered, “You’re doing great.”
Danny nodded.
“I know.”
That broke the room.
People laughed and clapped.
I did too.
Then he reached into the box one last time.
At least I thought it was the last time.
He pulled out a piece of wood shaped like a house.
Tiny.
Brown roof.
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Four windows.
One front door.
On the side, he had burned three names.
