I Walked Into My Own Mansion and Found My Family Starving in the Kitchen While My Mother Hosted a Party in My Name
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Chapter 22 — Empty Afternoons
The house was strangely quiet.
No shoes left in the hallway.
No cartoons echoing from the living room.
No questions every five minutes.
Sarah laughed.
"I miss being interrupted."
Ethan smiled.
"So do I."
She opened a cabinet.
Three mugs.
Three bowls.
Three plates.
It still surprised her.
Family had become something ordinary.
Not because it was simple.
Because they practiced it every day.
That afternoon Ethan found the old journal again.
He didn't open it.
Instead,
he placed a blank notebook beside it.
Sarah noticed.
"Another one?"
He nodded.
"This one isn't for surviving."
She smiled.
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"What's it for?"
"For living."
