Everything was the same: same black leather couch, same wooden coffee table, same… everything. Taking a few hesitant steps further into the room, her hands grazed over the bar top, feeling each nick and crack on the surface. Her fingers found the watermark left on it when she was eight from her sweet tea. Jack complained about each time he washed the top, and she giggled remembering her father’s hysterics.She continued to pace around, making her way to the kitchen and dining room. So many memories swamped her brain. So many meals, conversations, and laughs happened in this room. She put a hand on her chest, trying to stabilize herself a bit. After a few deep breaths, she let go, and a few tears fell.It felt good to be home.She wandered aimlessly around the house, touching everything she could. Family photos still lined the hallway to Jack’s office and bedroom. Poking her head into the office, Claire inhaled deeply and found it still smelled like his cigars. She smiled and stepped aw
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