"So this is…home."

She's walking around the living room and I'm anxious.

She has been so quiet since her father died and nothing I say seems to get through to her.

She smiles of course…

But she's not really there.

I asked the rest of the family to stay in Alaska for the time being.

I want her to be back to normal before they descend on us.

If that ever happens.

"Will you show me where I slept?" She whispers.

"Of course." I start up the steps and wish I could just reach out and break her out of this funk.

But I know only time and patience will do that.

I stop right outside the door.

I spent 17 years in that room.

Mourning her.

I didn't realize how hard it would be for me to come back.

Her little hand sneaks inside mine and I look down at her.

And the flutter in my chest…

The phantom beat of my heart for her…

Rejoices at the sight of her smile.

And borrowing some of her strength…

I push open the door and we walk in…

Together.

So...yeah. Tissues for the next one...