When Mom and I walked in, he was sitting in front of a wooden cabinet, staring blankly at an alarm clock on top of it. "Is this where this clock goes..."Mom and I looked around, exchanged a glance, and said nothing.Andrew was restoring the house to the way it used to be.The way it had looked right after my father passed away, before Sasha's parents moved in."Elena!"Hearing us behind him, Andrew all but leaped up from the floor. "You're back! I knew you'd come back!"I'm already restoring your dad's house. Just wait for me. I'll make it exactly the way it used to be, I swear!"As if possessed, he knelt on one knee in front of me, his voice hoarse. "As for the paintings Sasha's parents ruined, I've hired famous artists to recreate every single one, exactly as they were."Elena, let's start over, okay?"The room fell completely silent.I gently brushed away the hand touching the hem of my clothes."Andrew, happy endings where broken things get pieced back together aren't f
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