Daylan's POV
I made my way up the familiar steps to the house I once lived in with Tabitha. Memories of when Rick was younger, excited to see me get home from work where he would run to me as soon as I had opened that door. Those were times when I looked forward to getting home from a stressful day at the hospital and especially when losing a patient.
I knocked on the door, no longer opening it freely as I used to. I am now a stranger to this house. The garden and landscape didn't change much. There was a wooden bench beside a tree. There was no longer a swing that I made for Rick. The door opened, and I was met by my beautiful ex-wife. She was looking radiant as ever.
"I'm glad you came," she smiled. "Come on in," she widened the door, stepping out of the way, so I could enter.
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