82Josh.If anyone had told me a few years ago that one of my happiest moments would come from sitting cross-legged on a living room rug, watching Eli and Emma rehearse for a school play, I probably would have laughed. Or worse, I would have brushed it off, too caught up in my own guilt and fear to believe that something so ordinary could mean so much. But here I was, surrounded by construction paper swords, crooked crowns cut out of cardboard, and glitter that was somehow everywhere—even in Patch’s fur—feeling like I had stumbled into a pocket of peace.“Uncle Josh, no, you have to say it louder!” Emma declared, her tiny hands perched on her hips as she tried to direct her brother.Eli scowled at her. “I am loud. You just talk too much.”“I don’t,” she said, indignant.“Yes, you do,” he shot back, though his grin betrayed him.Patch barked once, as if taking Emma’s side.I leaned back against the couch, trying to smother a laugh. “Okay, okay, let’s not turn the rehearsal into a shout
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