For once, Margaret had nothing to say.
Outside, the
night air felt cool after the heat of the kitchen. Emma sat in the back seat beside me, her suitcase between her feet, her hands folded tightly in her lap.
The mansion grew smaller behind us.Tour Properties
Neither of us spoke until the gates closed.
Then Emma whispered, “I dreamed of this.”
I looked at her.
“Of you coming home?” I asked.
She nodded.
“But in the dream, I always knew what to say.”
I reached across the seat. This time, when I touched her hand, she turned her palm upward.
“I don’t know what to say either,” I admitted.
That was the truth.
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