Six months later, the youth arts festival was renewed, and I was promoted to planning director for a three-city tour.When I led a project in North City, Mason waited outside the venue. He brought no gift, only the repaired model Caleb had broken. The cracks remained visible, and transparent resin held together the sections stained by my dried blood.“I took it from the trash,” he said. “I know repairing it doesn’t mean it was never broken.”I traced a crack and handed it back. “Then don’t repair it.”His eyes reddened. “Will you come home for the winter celebration?”“It depends on work.”“I’ll keep your room ready.”I smiled faintly. “My room became Sienna’s music room years ago.”He stopped breathing for a moment.In our first year of college, Sienna had struggled with the pack’s temporary housing. Mason gave her my sunniest bedroom, the one opening onto the terrace, and installed a piano. For six months, whenever I returned home, I slept on a folding bed in the study.“She just cam
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