When I closed the door, Luke let out a breath he’d been holding, and Logan rubbed his face with both hands, messing up his carefully combed hair.
“So that was her,” Logan murmured.
“Yeah,” I said. “That was her.”
There was a beat of silence. Then Luke, bless his practicality, straightened his tie one last time.
And just like that, it was over.
We walked out the door as a family of three, the same family we’ve been since they were babies.
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