Chapter 11: What the Backyard Looked Like Now
Three months later, Mason took the kennel apart.
He did it on a Saturday morning, methodically, the way he did most things.
Emma brought coffee out and sat on the back steps and watched.
Scout investigated each panel as Mason removed it, sniffing the corners with great seriousness before moving on to the next.
"You don't have to do it today," Emma said.
"I know." He set another panel against the fence.
"I want to."
It took about an hour.
When it was done, there was a rectangle of slightly flattened grass where the kennel had stood.
Already the edges were starting to spring back.
Lily came out around noon.
She looked at the empty space.
"What are we going to put there?" she said.
"Whatever you want," Mason said.
Lily considered this with the same focused seriousness she'd applied to the filing boxes in the storage unit.
"A garden," she said finally.
"Mom always wanted one."
Emma looked up from her coffee.
"I said that once," she said.
"Two years ago.
You remembered that?"
"You said it when we were planting the tomatoes that didn't work." Lily sat down on the steps beside her.
"You said you wished we had a real garden.
A proper one."
Emma was quiet for a moment.
"I did say that," she said.
The financial recovery had come through two weeks earlier — not everything, but more than Diane had initially projected.
Enough to matter.
Enough to feel like something solid had been returned.
The house was still theirs.
The inheritance money, what remained of it, was back in an account in Emma's name alone.
Nicole had moved to her sister's place in another state.
She had sent a card — handwritten, brief, no excuses.
Emma had read it once and put it in a drawer.
She hadn't decided yet what to do with it.
That felt like the right pace.
Mason walked over to the rectangle of flat grass and stood in the middle of it.
"Here?" he said.
"A little to the left," Lily said.
"So it gets the afternoon sun."
He moved left.
"There," she said.
Emma set her coffee down and walked over.
She stood beside him in the middle of what had been the kennel and looked at the space around them — the fence, the yard, the back of the house with its familiar windows.
Scout sat at the edge of the rectangle and watched them both.
"A garden," Emma said.
"A garden," Mason said.
She leaned into him.
He put his arm around her.
Lily was already on her phone, looking up what grew best in their region in this season, reading the results out loud to no one in particular, her voice carrying across the quiet yard in the warm morning air.
Scout's tail moved slowly, steadily, back and forth.
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Some things can't be undone — but they can be reclaimed, one ordinary morning at a time.
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