In June, they drove to Tulsa. I had bought a secondhand upright piano, and Owen and Caleb sat beside me while I taught them one simple song. Brenda watched from the doorway, quiet, then asked if I might teach her too. I made room on the bench.
My house was small, my own, and chosen. I finally understood that I had never been running away. I had been walking toward a life nobody else had the right to assign.
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