(Dane)
The driveway came into view a few minutes later.
I slowed the truck and turned in, gravel crunching beneath the tires as the house appeared between the trees exactly the way I remembered it.
Only this time it felt different.
It wasn't somewhere we were visiting.
It was ours.
I parked and turned off the engine.
For a second neither of us moved.
The quiet settled around us.
I looked at the front door.
Then at Cassidy.
"You ready?" I asked.
She smiled.
"I've been ready for a long time."
I reached for the handle.
"So have I."
I climbed out of the truck and walked around to her side.
She was already opening the door by the time I reached her.
I offered my hand anyway.
She took it without hesitation.
Together we walked up the path toward the front porch.
The key felt
