Hours later, I sat at our window, staring at the yellow house. Its curtains barely moved, porch light flickering. My heart pounded. Ethan found me there. “You should try to sleep,” he said softly.
“I’m thinking about Lucas,” I whispered.
“When am I not?” he replied, pressing a kiss to my temple and walking upstairs.
The next morning, I tried to convince myself it was nothing. But Ella kept pointing. “He’s there again. He misses us.”
Days passed. I found myself drawn to that window every night, unable to resist. Then one morning, while walking the dog, I saw a small figure at the second-floor window, half-hidden. The light hit his face just enough—tilt of the head, curve of the mouth. My heart froze. It looked like Lucas. And then, just like that, he was gone.
I had to know. When Ethan was at work and Ella was upstairs, I crossed the street and rang the doorbell of that yellow house. A woman, Megan, opened the door.
“Hi,” I said, voice shaking. “My daughter keeps seeing a little boy in your window… I think I saw him too.”
Her face softened. “Oh. That’s my nephew, Noah. He’s eight—staying with us while his mom’s in the hospital. He loves drawing and sometimes waves to kids across the street.”
My relief hit like a tidal wave. It wasn’t Lucas. Just a shy, living boy, unknowingly helping my daughter—and me—begin to heal.
Later that day, Megan and Noah came outside. Ella grabbed my hand, and they ran, chasing bubbles, laughing. Their joy was like air after drowning. Watching them, I realized: kids heal faster than we do.
Noah held up his sketchbook, showing Ella a drawing of two dinosaurs side by side. “I made this for you,” he said shyly.
“It’s beautiful,” I whispered.
That evening, as Ella drifted off in my lap, she murmured, “Mommy, Lucas isn’t sad anymore, is he?”
I kissed her hair. “No, sweetheart. I think he’s happy now.”
For the first time since losing Lucas, I felt like I could breathe again. The window that had once brought dread now glowed softly with life. Love hadn’t vanished—it had found a new shape, returning through laughter, kindness, and unexpected connections.
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