Chapter 10
One year later.
I stood in the doorway of our new home.
It wasn't much. A small, sturdy house. Built on the same land where the trailer had stood.
Mike and the crew had helped me build it. On weekends. After work. For free.
"Family takes care of family," Mike had said.
Dad was sitting on the porch swing. Breathing easier now. His treatment was working. The doctors said he was in remission.
He looked up and smiled.
"Ryan. Come sit."
I sat beside him.
The sun was setting over the Texas sky. Orange and pink and beautiful.
I thought about the day I got off the bus.
The screen door flying off.
The punch.
Tyler running.
The deed. The bills. The fire.
And then I thought about everything that had come after.
The job. The friends. The community. The new house.
Dad's health.
My freedom.
I had a good job now. Mike had made me foreman. I made good money. Honest money.
I had a home. A real one. Built with my own hands.
I had Dad. Healthy. Happy. Safe.
And I had peace.
Something I hadn't felt in years.
Dad squeezed my hand.
"You did good, son," he said. "You came home whole. And you made us a life."
I looked at the house. At the yard. At the sunset.
"I couldn't have done it without you," I said.
He smiled.
"You could have. You're strong. Just like your mother."
We sat there in silence. Watching the sun go down.
Somewhere, Tyler was in prison. Paying for his choices.
But I wasn't thinking about him.
I was thinking about the future.
About tomorrow.
About the life I'd built.
Honest. Whole. Mine.
And for the first time in as long as I could remember...
I felt completely safe.
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Completely loved.
Completely at peace.
