And now… he’s rebuilt it. Quietly, piece by piece.

The doorbell echoed through the warm, cozy evening light of the Keller home.

Miles had just stood up from the couch when—"I'll open it, big brooo!" Hope squealed with excitement, dashing ahead with a burst of energy.

She reached the door, barely able to stretch enough to unlock it. As she pulled it open, her eyes widened.

There stood June.

She wore a soft beige overcoat over a pastel peach blouse tucked neatly into a high-waisted skirt, modest yet elegant. Her heels clicked gently against the steps as she leaned down, a gentle, confident smile on her face. A simple chain adorned her neck, and her straight hair was pinned on one side, framing her face gracefully.

Hope blinked, clearly caught off guard. "Umm... Welcome, sister... I'm Hope," she said, tilting her head curiously, her pigtails bouncing.