Now I sit on my rebuilt porch most evenings.
Coffee in hand.
Knees complaining.
The same oak tree in front of me.
People like to say greed ruins everything.
They’re right.
It bulldozed my home.
It almost erased the last place my wife ever smiled.
But sometimes, the wreckage gives something back.
A broken picture frame.
A truth that refuses to stay buried.
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