The yellow door opened just after sunrise and Mira stepped out carrying two empty cups as if she had lived there for years.
I met her halfway along the path with a pot of coffee. “You look like you slept.”
She smiled. “We did. The roof did not leak. The bed did not break. Thorne is still inside trying to believe it is real.”
Cassian came up behind me with bread and fruit. “Tell him to come eat. We kept a place at the table.”
Thorne appeared in the doorway, hair still messy. “I heard that. We are coming.”
The girls ran past us and straight into the new house. Nova’s voice carried back. “It is still here! The yellow door is still yellow!”
Elara called, “The drawing we made is still on the shelf!”
Mira laughed. “Of course it is still here. We only slept one night.”
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