Legacy
Before I could respond, the boat hit the shore of our island.
The next few weeks passed in a beautiful, blurred haze. Luke didn't need his crutches anymore. He started helping my father on the farm, and to everyone's surprise, the "city boy" was actually a hard worker. He was stronger than he looked.
One afternoon, I found him standing by the old well behind our house, staring at a small piece of metal he’d found in the dirt.
"Everything okay?" I asked.
"I keep having these flashes," he whispered, not looking up. "Not memories, exactly. Just sounds. Phones ringing, people arguing about percentages, the sound of a heavy glass door closing. It feels cold, Hannah. Nothing like the warmth he
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