EPILOGUE
Rebecca walks back downstairs, both of her children watching her every move. She stands at the base of the steps and takes in the smell of the house. The wooden walls still emit the scent of cedar. Her daughter walks up to her.
“Mom?”
She looks up to her daughter, immediately breaking down in tears.
“Mom, it’s okay. Please don’t cry. If you cry, I’ll cry, then Charlie will have two crying women on his hands.”
Mom chuckles and dabs her eyes. “Oh Susie, I don’t know if I can do this.”
“You’re not alone. We’re here with you. Uncle Jack’s coming. We’ll all get through it together,” Susie comforts her.
“You’re right.” She sighs. “Okay.”
She walks over to the fireplace mantle and clutches the picture that’s displayed above it. A beautiful young woman wearing a white sundress is
