We were finally done packing the last property we had, and the van was already outside, loading our stuff. As I looked around the empty rooms, a mix of emotions flooded my heart. Tricia stood beside me, tears welling up in her eyes. I reached out and gently took her hand, holding it in mine. "Do you remember, Mona, when we first moved into this house?" Tricia asked, nostalgia washing over her. "We were so happy, thinking we finally had a good place to call our home. And we made it work, didn't ...