The morning after Lena's final text, the house felt different.Lighter. Quieter. The painting still watched. The children still played. But the weight of fear had lifted.I made coffee. Luca sat at the table. Eli stood by the window. Luke was in the nursery with the children. Derek was in the guest room, packing his bag.I asked Derek where he was going.He said he was moving out. He needed his own space. To heal. To think. To become the man his children deserved.I asked if he was sure.He said yes.Luca asked where he would go.Derek said he had found a small apartment. Across town. Close enough to visit. Far enough to breathe.Eli asked if he would be okay.Derek said yes. For the first time in years, he thought he would.Hope ran into the kitchen. She climbed into Derek's lap.She said Dada.He held her close.She said Dada again.He said yes. Dada is here. But Dada has to go away for a little while.Hope started crying.Derek cried.Luca picked up Hope. He held her.Derek kissed
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