Chapter 180

Leo was probably telling his grandmother about the day.

Slowly.

Carefully.

But with a little more confidence than before.

Daniel imagined it as he stood in the living room, looking at the cardboard spaceship-house.

It was finally starting to give up.

One corner had collapsed inward.

The tape no longer held like it used to.

The drawings were smudged.

Faded.

But still visible.

Still meaningful.

Daniel ran his hand lightly along the side.

Everything has a season, he ...