114. A Door Back to the PastNova

I always thought that the past was a door I had bolted shut, welded, sealed, and buried under the weight of new dreams. Seven years was a long time, long enough to learn how to breathe without the pain, long enough to raise three brilliant children, long enough to build an empire of hope on twenty acres of land that used to be just dust, wishes, and borrowed faith.

So when my email chimed that Thursday morning, right as I was walking out of the school library, I ...