On every anniversary, Emily and her brother, Derek, surveyed the empty space where the house once stood. The elegant arches through which she and her siblings ran as children had been demolished after the tragedy, the stones used to mend the walls that sprawled over fields like a drystone spiderweb.
On quiet days, she could see ghostly outline of the building, hearing the echoes of Max’s laughter as he chased after them. She frowned when she remembered the car. If Max had listened and not climbed into it with a stranger, they might still be laughing together beneath the arches.
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